"Hehe, then let's wait until Feng is done..." Emily's giggling with her hand over her mouth was particularly enchanting.
Sir Feng couldn't help but have some indecent thoughts flash through his mind. This little girl couldn't be trying to flirt under the pretext of exchanging ideas, could she? As a man with great ambitions, Sir Feng wouldn't fall for that. His sights were set on the vast cosmos and the smoke-filled battlefields of the future.
Before dawn, the brushing sound of Feng Yi's broom could be heard from the ancient martial arts hall.
Meanwhile, in a cold underground base at the other end of Alpha, a woman even more enchanting than Emily was lazily leaning against a leather sofa. Her allure was like a naked poison. It seemed that any man who got too close to this poppy would be lost in her beauty.
