Lin Feng stepped into the grand dining hall with his usual confident stride, his long white robes flowing elegantly around him.
The moment he appeared, all his women turned their heads in unison, their eyes widening with visible surprise.
Almost instinctively, every single gaze dropped downward, locking onto the prominent bulge between his legs.
They all looked utterly shocked and fearful, their faces pale as if they had just witnessed a ghost.
In their eyes, Lin Feng was still deeply assailed by the terrifying snake mark curse, its lewd energy surely ravaging his body from within.
No one dared to approach him, their bodies tense and frozen in place, whispers of concern and lust rippling through the small crowd.
Lin Feng stood there, blinking at their dramatic reactions, and couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and helplessness.
He didn't know whether to laugh out loud or cry at how ridiculously overblown their expressions were.
