Lin Feng's Helplessness

After arriving at the bed, Lin Feng promptly tossed Cao Ying onto it and bent over.

"This is my first time. I've heard from some of the elders in my clan that it might hurt a little, so remember to be gentle."

Her body having been thrown onto the soft bed by him, a trace of nervousness flashed through Cao Ying's crimson eyes. Then she looked at the figure descending upon her and spoke.

"I'll try."

Lin Feng's voice was somewhat hoarse as he answered. His bloodshot eyes then swept over Cao Ying's delicate body, wrapped in her long dress.

Immediately afterward, he stretched out his hand, turning it into a series of afterimages as he swiftly stripped away every piece of clothing on Cao Ying's body.

After that, he directly shattered his own clothes and lowered himself over her.

After a bout of passion, Lin Feng held Cao Ying's fair, tender body as he relished the intoxicating sensation from before.

After a day of battle, he had also come to understand that the Cao Family's title of "demonic enchantress" was by no means undeserved.

That bewitching figure of hers was likely comparable only to Cai Lin's.

Of course, it was not that his other wives were inferior. Their charms were simply different.

"I'm curious. Back when Xiao Yan sent people to ambush you and was captured by you instead, why did you let him go? If you had directly killed Xiao Yan and acted first before reporting it afterward, my teacher and the others probably wouldn't have fought you to the death, right?"

After resting in Lin Feng's embrace for a while, Cao Ying waited until her breathing had calmed somewhat before raising her head and asking curiously.

She had always been extremely curious about his choice back then.