Seeing Yun Yun's rare display of girlish shyness, Ling Feng's fingers itched. Unable to resist, he lifted her chin again, making her face him once more.
"My Yun'er... you're so beautiful!"
Ling Feng gazed deeply and tenderly at Yun Yun, whose face was flushed as she shyly evaded his eyes. The next moment, a wicked smile curved his lips, and he caught her off guard with a kiss.
"Mmph..."
At first, Yun Yun struggled a little out of maidenly reserve, but under Ling Feng's relentless assault, she gradually abandoned her resistance, half yielding as she sank into his passionate kiss.
A long time passed.
Only then did they part, a glistening thread still linking their lips like the lingering fibers of a severed lotus root. Yun Yun blushed even harder, especially when she saw Ling Feng's meaningful smile, and lowered her head in utter embarrassment.
Ling Feng laughed heartily at the sight, while Yun Yun grew mortified and annoyed. Biting her red lip, she slowly slipped her slender arm around to the soft flesh at his waist and gave it a vicious pinch.
"Hiss!"
The pain at his waist made Ling Feng suck in a cold breath, his body shuddering. Looking at the beauty hiding in his arms with her head lowered, he could not help smiling wryly. How does Yun Yun know this trick too? Do women all learn it without a teacher?
Remembering how Ya Fei, Ling Qingzhu, and the other women he had been intimate with had all done this before, Ling Feng felt the soft flesh at his waist trembling...
The Central Plains, the Blood God Hall.
"Well? Any news of Ling Feng?"
"Hall Master, the Blood God Scout Guard has spread throughout the continent, but there is still no news of Ling Feng. However,