Late at night, Li Banfeng sat with Ma Wu, and by Ma Wu's side lay the Straw Moth Lady.
Despite Ma Wu's endless praise for the Straw Moth Lady, Li Banfeng still felt the urge to flee for his life.
"Brother, don't worry," Ma Wu said. "This Straw Moth Lady isn't like the one we encountered before. She's a gentle person."
While speaking, Ma Wu gently caressed the Straw Moth Lady's body. She shivered, her expression fearful as she said, "Little Brother, you can do whatever you want with me tomorrow, but I really can't handle it today."
Ma Wu looked at the Straw Moth Lady with slight dissatisfaction. She wore a look of grievance and said, "I truly can't handle it."
Li Banfeng looked at the Straw Moth Lady and said, "If you can't handle it, then just leave."
Her cheeks flushed, the Straw Moth Lady lowered her head and said, "I don't want to leave."
