Feng Ruqing's heartbeat quickened. She felt that the state preceptor knew the truth.
"State Preceptor."
"Qing'er." Nan Xian touched her lips softly. "I haven't given you the present that my mother has asked me to give you before. What about… I help you change into it now?"
Feng Ruqing was surprised.
"What present?"
The man hugged her waist when she stopped talking. He strongly pulled her into his embrace.
His fingers were slender. He touched the girl's clavicle gently. Then, his fingers fell on her belt slowly.
Soon, her belt was pulled down. Her clothes fell on the floor. Her hair was fanned out on the bed like a waterfall.
"Is the present she has asked you to give me… your body?"
Feng Ruqing narrowed her eyes. She leaned toward the state preceptor. Her smile was dazzling and captivating.
Nan Xian was smiling. He stretched out his hand. Then, he put a dudou in her hand.
