Every stroke of Lin Feng's finger sent sparks of pleasure racing through Chu Shuran's veins.
The snake mark on her right hand pulsed hotly in response, spreading its corrupting influence deeper into her body.
"Mmm… ahh…" A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips despite her efforts to suppress it.
She bit down on her lower lip, trying to stay silent, but Lin Feng's touch was too skillful.
His palms glided over her smooth skin, finding every sensitive point accidentally with almost frightening precision.
The spiritual energy flowing from his hands seemed to caress her very meridians, awakening desires she had long suppressed.
Qiao Mei stood quietly in the corner of the chamber, watching with wide eyes.
She could see her sister's fingers clutching the silk sheets tightly, her elegant body trembling as pleasure built rapidly.
Chu Shuran's breathing grew heavier, turning into soft pants that filled the quiet room.
