"Thank you."
Li Feng's tone was cool, and he shifted slightly to the side, avoiding her touch.
Shen Xiuying was not discouraged by his cold attitude. She bit her red lip, her eyes darted, and an idea immediately came to her.
"Oh!"
Her ankle suddenly twisted, and with a startled cry, she let herself topple toward Li Feng.
The teacup in her hand tilted with her, its scalding contents about to splash onto him.
An ordinary person confronted with this sudden armful of warm, soft beauty would either instinctively reach out to catch her or scramble out of the way.
But Li Feng was already a martial dao expert at qi-blood second level perfection. His reactions were lightning-fast.
His gaze sharpened, and both hands shot out at once.
His left hand caught the teacup without spilling a drop, while his right swept forward and wrapped around Shen Xiuying's slender waist, catching her securely.
Shen Xiuying plunged into Li Feng's arms. Through their thin clothing, she could clearly feel his broad, solid chest, while a searing rush of potent masculine pheromones washed over her.
Her entire body went weak and tingling, her legs so soft she could barely stand. Her feigned panic turned into rippling waves of desire.
Shen Xiuying simply rode the slope she had made for herself, leaning limply against his chest. She tipped her pretty face up slightly, her eyes hazy, her breath fragrant as orchids.
Li Feng held the supple body in his arms. As Shen Xiuying deliberately pressed against him, he felt an astonishingly soft, springy sensation against his chest.
Taking advantage of his height, he casually glanced down her open neckline and could not help feeling a little surprised.
This woman usually looked unremarkable, as though she had little to offer, yet beneath her clothes