Behind the Hall of Three Purities was a row of ancient and fragrant rooms.
Now, Zi Ruo had taken Lin Zhenghui into an unoccupied room and had locked the door from the inside, preventing anyone from entering.
Two nights ago, in the bathing room, Lin Zhenghui had made Zixia Residence's ancient tavern's patrons drunkenly ecstatic.
He discovered that these self-styled female Taoists were just like ordinary women; they all had emotions and desires, and they liked handsome men.
"Hmm!?" Zi Ruo hadn't reacted yet.
Lin Zhenghui hugged her, began to kiss her small mouth, and his hands roamed inside her Taoist robe, seeking her Immortal Peaks and snowy plums.
The Taoist robes these beauties wore were never as convenient as skirts, so it took Lin Zhenghui quite some time to ascend her Immortal Peaks.
"So big..." Lin Zhenghui drew out her Immortal Peak.
Looking at the pair of honeydews as big as a baby's, he opened his pig mouth and bit down on a small grape on top.
