Breaking the cover of the forest, Xu Feng finally felt free of the ghostly gaze. He should have been relieved, but somehow, Xu Feng felt a little lost, like he'd lost something important to him.
Without thinking much, he stroked the silver ring on his finger while turning back around and said, "You promised to teach me when I come back, and you have to remember to open the door for me."
He was like a petulant child making sure the neighborhood big brother would continue to entertain him when he came to harass him the next time. No shame. None at all.
Again, not expecting a reply, Xu Feng felt a bit forlorn as he stared into the dark forest, unsure if the ancestor had heard him or not.
"Mmmmmm," the low vibration moved within Xu Feng. The sensation was overwhelming and oddly reminiscent of Xuan Yang. Images of his husband laying on his body after climax as he made this exact purr, had Xu Feng's face flushing bright in shame.
