Xiao Qinglan was experienced and knew the changes happening in her body, and what they meant, but because of this, the desires in her heart were even more intense than those of a girl who had never known a man.
She had been a widow for many years, and this strange yet familiar sensation had thrown her into considerable turmoil and complexity of mind.
Watching Xiao Qinglan's gradually bewildered eyes, Lin Feng silently cursed himself, flashed forward, and pressed his hand on her Baihui Acupoint at the top of her head. However, this action caused a misunderstanding for Xiao Qinglan. Along with the close scent of a man attacking her psychological defenses, those defenses were about to collapse.
"Lin Feng, you... you should leave…" Xiao Qinglan pleaded, appearing so vulnerable and helpless, no longer the decisive chairwoman she was.
