"Hmm, comfortable, not bad, finally looking up to the mark."
The young man lies among the clouds, continuously uttering a low hum of pleasure and comfort from his throat, causing the female cultivator serving him to blush, her bright autumnal eyes rippling as if they were about to overflow and flow downwards.
"A little higher."
"Higher?"
"Yes, up!"
"Here?"
"No, further up."
"You..."
Jin Suyan's hand pressing hard on Feng Qing'an's thigh. No matter what, she was still a lady giving blessings in her own home, and she had an engagement. How could she be ordered to do such unsightly things?
"If you miss this chance, you might not have another one."
Feng Qing'an flicked his hand, took out that drop of essence blood he plucked from Honghu. Although this thing was useless in his eyes, to those in need, it was a priceless treasure.
"..."
"Alright, I won't put you in a difficult position any longer. What do you plan to do with the Phoenix Blood Essence?"
