Ning Jianli fell silent, as if she were thinking deeply about something.
Li Feng didn't rush her.
He simply inhaled her intoxicating fragrance while his hands continued to mold and play with the soft flesh in his palms as his hips still grinding lightly against her.
He really liked the feeling of that soft flesh falling into his hands as if the pull of gravity seemed to make it even more pleasant.
Soon, as though she had finally made up her mind, Ning Jianli turned to look at Li Feng with a determined gaze.
"Please go ahead, Senior Brother." Her voice was solemn.
Li Feng was taken aback by her sudden seriousness but he assumed it was just the typical demeanor of Heavenly Sword Sect disciples so he didn't think too much of it.
Smiling, he flipped her over and she now lay on her back with her legs spread wide around his waist.
Ning Jianli closed her eyes as if she were about to endure something painful.
Upon seeing this,
'Hmm?'
