Qin Ran belonged to the latter group.
She stayed where she was, making no effort to compete for his attention.
While the more passionate women surrounded him, she remained apart, her expression quiet and composed.
In her heart, the longing was not absent but it was private.
She did not wish to share this side of herself amid the heat and noise of the group.
She wanted Lin Feng alone.
She wanted the intimacy of a closed room, the slow unfolding of desire without any other gaze upon them.
Only then, she felt, would she offer herself completely.
Still, that did not mean Qin Ran was not shocked by Lin Feng's natural endowments.
She had lived for thousands of years and had spent most of that time pursuing the Dao.
During those countless years, she had encountered all kinds of cultivators.
She had met handsome young geniuses, arrogant young masters, ancient elders, and powerful peak experts.
