Lin Feng followed shortly after, though at a slower pace.
His face remained unreadable, but his thoughts were anything but calm.
Her challenge echoed in his mind. The warmth of her lips lingered stubbornly against his own.
Pride warred with principle. Desire wrestled with restraint.
As he stepped outside Su Muyao's room, the air felt cooler but it did little to quiet the fire she had so carefully ignited.
Li Zhiyan watched them from a careful distance, her sharp eyes instantly picking up the unmistakable signs of an intimate struggle.
She observed how Su Muyao moved, the subtle arching of her back, the slight flush on her cheeks, the almost imperceptible shiver running through her body.
They were all telltale signs of desire and engagement.
Her gaze inevitably roamed over Su Muyao's form, finally settling on the widow's proud peaks.
Even beneath the modest, respectable robes that covered her, her arousal was impossible to miss.
