"HAHAHA! Young Master Lin, you truly have a sense of humor." Duan Zhengchun did not grow suspicious; instead, he found Lin Xuan genuine and unpretentious. "Come, since you think this wine is good, let's have another cup!"
As Dao Baifeng's movements quickened, Lin Xuan felt that explosive urge could no longer be suppressed.
The hand beneath the table, which was pressing down on Dao Baifeng's head, suddenly exerted force, gripping the back of her head tightly and leaving her no chance to retreat.
His lower body thrust rapidly like a pile driver dozens of times, each impact driving deeply into her throat.
"Mm! Mmm!"
Dao Baifeng let out a string of muffled whimpers.
At last, amid violent spasms, Lin Xuan let out a low roar, spilling that intense essence, like thunder meeting fire, deep into Dao Baifeng's mouth.
It filled her completely, without wasting a single drop.
Dao Baifeng choked until her eyes rolled back, but the large hand held her immobile. She could only accept it all and obediently swallow it down.
After releasing himself, Lin Xuan let out a long breath. His entire body went limp as he leaned back in his chair, his face carrying the distinctive languor and satisfaction that followed.
"Ah, today has truly been delightful!"
He remarked meaningfully.
Duan Zhengchun noticed nothing. Assuming he meant the wine in their cups, he raised his own and laughed. "Since it's delightful, then let's have another! Tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk!"
Beneath the table, Dao Baifeng's head was finally released.
She lay weakly across Lin Xuan's knees, a trace of white lingering at the corner of her mouth. Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with confusion, shame, and a strange sort of satisfaction.
The sun was already high in the sky at Prince Zhennan's Manor.