Lu Chengfeng's face stiffened slightly as he spoke to the Zizai Celestial Demon, "Dear sister, little brother's constitution is fragile. If those old relics of the Three Realms set their sights on me, I fear I would vanish without a trace, just a fleeting spirit."
"I beg you, sister, spare my life!"
The Zizai Celestial Demon reclined languidly upon the Golden Lotus, the sheer veil draping down, revealing vast swathes of alabaster skin, her seductive and sultry figure barely concealed.
She extended her smooth, jade-like leg, teasingly lifted her tender white foot, and giggled, "Dearest brother, if you serve me well, if you serve me until I'm thoroughly comfortable, perhaps I might change my mind."
Thickening his skin, Lu Chengfeng moved closer to the Zizai Celestial Demon, his hands gently massaging the long and graceful, ivory-smooth legs, "My dear sister, what is our relationship, after all? Is it not only right and proper for me to serve my elder sister?"
