The Demon Queen, wearing only a small tank top, blushed slightly when Ren Feifan pressed down on her. Even though she was a virgin, she understood certain things.
Noticing the Demon Queen blushing, Ren Feifan reacted and took his hand away, laughing awkwardly: "Sorry about that."
The next second, the Demon Queen held onto Ren Feifan's hand: "My life is yours, Master. My body is yours too. You don't need to be shy."
"Don't call me Master from now on," Ren Feifan said, feeling uncomfortable with the title. "Just call me Ren Feifan."
"No, if I can't call you Master, then I'll call you Young Master instead. Can I?" The Demon Queen asked, her twinkling eyes looking at Ren Feifan.
"Alright then." He didn't argue any further. The term 'Young Master' sounded much better than 'Master.'
"Young Master, if I continue cultivating like this, would I become very strong? Even stronger than you?"
