It was rare for Murong Qiqi to speak such sweet words, making Feng Cang like her even more. In their previous interactions, Murong Qiqi had always been too reserved and somewhat guarded. Ever since the two began sharing a bed, the defenses of this young woman seemed to be slowly eroding, which was good news!
"Qingqing, you're absolutely right!" Feng Cang whispered softly into Murong Qiqi's ear, his deep, magnetic voice carrying hints of seduction, the warmth of his breath caressing her delicate earlobe.
"Since your mission is such, why not help people wholeheartedly!"
"Ahem!" Feng Cang's words caused Murong Qiqi's face to redden thoroughly. She was not a child of two or three years old, nor was she in a naive stage of life; she could sense it.
This man had been steadfast in keeping his promise, waiting for her to speak up and willingly give herself to him. Therefore, even though he yearned for her, he continued to suppress his desires and just hugged her, never crossing the line.
