As he lay in bed staring up at the blue bricks that signified the wealth of this household, FengLi, no Xu Feng knew he should pull himself from whatever this was. This dream, fantasy, past life—whatever it was—was so sweet, he didn't want it to stop.
He would gladly be FengLi again, for as long as he needed to. This was the last time they were all happy together for so long.
The moment of clarity was fleeting though, and Xu Feng's sense of other had disappeared, he was FengLi again, and this was the first time any of this was happening. He was still the predator, and as for the prey…
He looked around the room, it was empty, but the bed was still warm to his right. Brother Jian had likely left not too long ago. Their dual cultivation session was much milder than it had been the night before. There was no penetration other than the dancing of their tongues.
