As if possessed, Luo Qian reached out and pinched Feng Feitian's cheek. She shrieked. "What are you doing?" Luo Qian said, entranced, "You looked so cute blushing. I wanted to see if I could squeeze water out of your cheek..." A shudder brought him to his senses. This was Feng Feitian—the Colorful-Robed Demoness, the model for every tigress under heaven, the queen of roaring lionesses! Had he eaten a leopard's gall to dare tease her? Men really were creatures ruled by their lower halves. Once lust gave them courage, they could wrap even the sky in dough and make a dumpling of it.
"Want to try again?" Feng Feitian's eyes turned alluring, her voice soft enough to seep into his bones. Luo Qian's head buzzed. His instincts surged awake, and he rose to the occasion with formidable force.
Luo Qian pressed down on her fiercely, only for a jade-white foot to appear before his eyes. He performed an involuntary, high-difficulty backflip, spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees, and landed facedown like a limp noodle. Feng Feitian's ferocious face drew closer. "Are you asking to die?" A dull ache gripped Luo Qian's chest. Strength surged from somewhere he could not name; he sprang up with speed he could scarcely believe and flipped her beneath him.
Feng Feitian struggled a few times. If she truly used her Saint Power, she could blast Luo Qian away in one move, but he would be badly injured, if not killed. The two of them were naked and tangled together, lending the moment a strange atmosphere. Besides, Luo Qian was an aphrodisiac in human form. Feng Feitian had only resisted temptation earlier by biting the tip of her tongue. Now, with their skin rubbing together, dry wood met raging fire, and the flames sprang