Although Feng'Er's hair was disheveled, she was young after all, and her appearance was alright. Her body was soft. Brother Xiong hadn't had much sexual contact in the past two years, but now encountering this temptation, coupled with the martial artist's blood and daily repression, he instantly felt aroused.
He closed the door, gently coaxed, sweet-talked, and deceitfully persuaded her. Then he peeled off Feng'Er's clothes, took off her pants, pulled her onto the bed, and thoroughly enjoyed himself from afternoon until dusk before he settled down.
"You must not betray me again." Feng'Er lay in the man's arms, and the deep resentment in her heart was temporarily suppressed, showing a glimmer in her eyes.
"I won't, I won't," Brother Xiong repeated, "Tomorrow we'll move to Silver Creek. I've found out that as long as we donate some money and claim we're going there to start a business, it can be done..."
"What kind of business are we going to start?" Feng'Er asked, confused.
