He, Feng Yuqing, has cultivated for so many years, and because of his identity, his physical appearance, or his cultivation level, many people have come to him wanting to cultivate together.
It's just that the practice is a form of quiet cultivation, which inherently involves a mind as still as water.
He was even less inclined to do these things.
As he was thinking, he suddenly hugged Su Yan tightly.
He stood up and placed the person on the table.
Unlike his usual obedient and gentle demeanor.
His eyebrows and eyes were tinged with lust, his whole body was flushed red, and his veins were slightly bulging.
He looked at the woman, and her blank eyes told him that she still hadn't realized what was going on.
He slightly curved his lips, suppressing the desire within him.
Her voice rose slightly, both alluring and seductive.
"Cult Leader"
"kindness?"
"I've been drugged with an aphrodisiac."
";;;kindness"
Su Yan finally understood.
I initially thought he had been poisoned.
She quietly picked up the glass of iced tea from the side.
"A few more sips?"
Feng Yu smiled faintly.
"The leader is very busy with many affairs of state. Now, I'm afraid we'll have to trouble the leader."
Su Yan blinked.
The shy voice of Xiaohua echoed in my mind.
"Host~~~Does he mean he wants to... you know...?"
Before Su Yan could answer, Feng Yu pressed her down and kissed her.
Then, waves of lust surged within him.
It's getting stronger and stronger.
At first, he was able to chat with Su Yan in a nonchalant manner.
In the end, all that remained was tearing, kissing, bodies merging, and heavy breathing.
Feng Yu kissed for a while, panting, feeling a faint sense of pleasure in her heart for some reason.
Why?
Was it because she didn't push him away?
Yes, that's probably it.
He did not sense her rejection or unwillingness.
The conversation between the drug dealer and Su Yan, which took place a moment before, echoed in his mind.
—He's just a male concubine, why can't you bear to part with him?
—Yes, I can't bear to part with it.
She probably had genuine feelings for him, because he could so clearly sense the difference in how she treated him.
This idea brought him joy.
As they kissed, he gradually sensed Su Yan's clumsy responses.
So he picked her up and carried her to the bedside.
The voice was deep and somewhat hoarse.
"Don't worry, Master, I will serve you well."
Su Yan fell into his arms, her clothes disheveled, her eyes filled with spring water.
She responded.
"good"
A single word was enough to signify agreement to the next action.
Soon after, the silk bed curtains fell, concealing the burgeoning spring atmosphere on the bed.
Outerwear, bibs, and trousers were scattered all over the floor.
Soon, a series of ambiguous sounds came from inside.
Even the servants at the door blushed upon hearing this.
You have to understand, they've been following a wicked cult leader for a long time.
I've heard mournful and piercing sounds coming from inside, but I've never heard such ambiguous and intertwined sounds.
The cult leader has always been cruel, so cruel that people often forget that she is a woman.
So much so that when they first heard the soft, delicate voice coming from the cult leader's mouth, they were all taken aback.
They then thought they were hallucinating.
Is he the cult leader?
That can't be right.
But there will be no one else.
So, the group subconsciously glanced toward the closed door.
His body trembled.
Hmm, this little male concubine of mine has not only survived a single day by the cult leader's side.
She even slept with the cult leader?!
One cannot help but admire them; they are truly awe-inspiring.
The sunset clouds obscured the setting sun in the west.
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