One hand closed around it first… fingers straining to meet on the other side but it wasn't enough.
The sheer girth defeated Su Muyao's single grip since Lin Feng's great staff was simply too thick for one hand to contain.
She raised her other hand, wrapping both around the monstrous shaft in a firm double-fisted hold.
At last, she managed to grasp it fully and still, disbelief flooded her mind.
She could hardly fathom that such a thing belonged to a man.
Unable to stop herself, Su Muyao found her thoughts drifting to her husband, comparing his small size and short length to Lin Feng's peerless spear.
She swallowed hard as the realization struck.
"My husband's is like a baby worm… compared to Lin Feng's mighty dragon!"
She stared, wide-eyed, at how little of its length her hands could contain, how the veins stood out like cords beneath the taut skin, how it seemed to swell even larger under her touch.
