'How much further until we reach the estate…' Steering An Xing with his right hand, Chi Cheng sighed.
It didn't help that Han Xuelian's arm was firmly wrapped around his midsection. Now and then, when he tried to shift out of the Grandmaster's embrace, the older male's arm tightened.
Eventually, Chi Cheng gave up his futile attempts and settled for enduring the situation for a little longer. His left leg seemed to throb intensely as if the temporarily healed bone gradually began to un-align. The Grandmistress had gravely warned him about this occurrence, yet he assumed he wouldn't need Han Xuelian's blood.
Smiling to himself victoriously, the Grandmaster noted the slim curvature of the younger male's waist. Although toned with muscle beneath his robes, Chi Cheng's figure was still alluring. Attractive enough that it tempted the Grandmaster's hands to explore the curves and lines.
