Chu Shuran's fingers instinctively grabbed onto Lin Feng's robes as her body shivered again.
It had been many years since she had experienced such overwhelming feelings.
Her husband had long become completely obsessed with cultivation, isolating himself within his secret cave for years at a time in pursuit of the Dao.
Even when he occasionally returned, his thoughts were always on cultivation techniques, treasures, or breakthroughs.
Chu Shuran had long since grown used to enduring loneliness quietly.
But now, all the emotions and desires she had buried deep inside her heart for years seemed to erupt all at once because of Lin Feng's presence.
The worst part was that Lin Feng himself still looked completely calm and unaware, which only made Chu Shuran feel even more ashamed.
"How can he still look so normal while I'm becoming like this…" she thought bitterly.
Meanwhile, the snake mark continued pulsing faintly on her hand as if mocking her resistance.
