The unfinished thought left Rong Xian frozen in place, arms still wrapped tightly around Lin Feng's waist, heart pounding hard against his chest.
She remained stunned for a long moment, her newly healed eyes wide, her breath shallow.
The thick, rigid shape pressing against her lower stomach was impossible to ignore.
Heat flooded her cheeks. Her pulse thundered in her ears.
For several heartbeats she could only stand there, clinging to him, trying to process the sudden, intimate reality of what she was feeling.
Then fragmented memories began to surface.
In the past, when she had still been blind, her heart's eye had occasionally caught the crude whispers of men who gathered to watch her paint.
They never realized she could hear the filthy thoughts that leaked from their minds.
"Miss Rong Xian is so beautiful…"
"If I could get her to suck my cock just once, I'd have lived a complete life!"
