"I miss you too." Bai Qinchen lightly stroked her soft cheek, felt the faint fragrance drifting from her body, and responded in a low voice.
Hearing this, the fire in Feng Nü's eyes burned even brighter, and unable to hold back any longer, she quickly untied the bindings of both herself and Bai Qinchen.
Piece by piece, gauze garments and long robes fluttered down like butterflies, and Feng Nü pulled Bai Qinchen down together onto the soft bed.
Bai Qinchen looked at Feng Nü with her seductive, watery eyes, and no longer stood on ceremony. That long-since erect baguette eagerly began its adventure exploration of the Water-Curtain Cave.
"Mmm..." Feng Nü sighed beautifully, wrapped her arms around Bai Qinchen's swan neck, let out a satisfied soft moan from her mouth, and cried out, "I missed this taste so much..."
Feng Nü bit down hard on her lower lip, her slender swan neck tilted high, and mist swirled in her pair of beautiful eyes, yet her gaze always uncontrollably drifted toward that tightly closed bedroom door.
Although she had personally laid down soundproofing restrictions, and although she knew that Rong Nianbing was at this moment in all likelihood studying his culinary arts in the kitchen or undergoing closed-door cultivation, that sense of taboo-breaking immorality of sneaking around right under the husband's nose still made her tremble uncontrollably.
Even if only a sliver of sound leaked out, or even if Rong Nianbing merely walked past this place on a whim and wanted to push open the door and enter, both she and Bai Qinchen would be done for.
"What are you looking at?" Bai Qinchen sensed her distraction, a wicked smile hooked the corner of his mouth, he intensified his attack, moved close to her ear, and teased in a question, "Afraid