That pair of watery, rabbit-like eyes instantly veiled over with a hazy spring mist, and even her voice grew husky and soft-muffled, "Don't... don't use that..."
"Don't? I think you little rabbit like it quite a bit."
The fire of lust at the depths of Xiong Shaoqing's eyes was completely ignited, and the Peacock Plume feather duster in his hand fell rhythmically once more.
Every gentle touch drew a round of unbearable, delicate cries from Xiao Wu.
This ambiguous tug-of-war carrying a flavor of playful punishment instantly pushed the amorous atmosphere inside the suite to its peak.
While the "Heaven Number One" suite overflowed with spring scenery.
In another exquisite little building within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong was lazily leaning inside the white jade bath of her boudoir.
The warm spring water submerged her fair shoulders, which resembled top-grade mutton-fat jade, and patches of bright red rose petals floated on the water's surface, mirroring her extremely peerless, beautiful countenance that had shed its youthful greenness and grown ever more stunning.
Amidst the swirling steam, that pair of eyes-which always used to carry a hint of mischievousness-now settled with an unprecedented gentleness.
Her tender fingertips absentmindedly toyed with the water's surface, her mind uncontrollably replaying that intimate, heart-to-heart talk she had with her father Ning Fengzhi in the study just moments ago.
Her father possessed a piercing eye; he looked at her earnestly and said, "Rongrong, this boy Shaoqing is by no means an ordinary person, but a true outstanding figure among men."
"With such a dazzling heaven-chosen, it is destined that in the future, his side cannot possibly have only you as a woman. Have you truly prepared yourself?"
Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong's peerless lips curved into a composed, light smile.
She nodded calmly at