When Tang Fei arrived at Phoenix Pavilion, it was already dusk, the sky growing dark, casting a gloomy veil over the evening.
Seeing Tang Fei, Phoenix threw herself into his arms as if no one else was around.
The maids nearby immediately bowed their heads and left, not even having time to prepare a cup of tea, and discreetly helped close the room's door.
Phoenix stretched out her arms, holding Tang Fei tightly as if she wanted to merge her body into his.
Compared to when they first met, the young girl's body had matured further, her chest also gaining some prominence.
Although not yet comparable to Sheng Xinhua, one could distinctly feel that softness.
Like a lotus showing its sharp tips, dragonflies were already landing on it.
While holding the fragrant soft jade-like figure in his arms, Tang Fei felt no stirrings of desire.
He just held Phoenix tightly and asked with concern, "What's wrong? What happened?"
