At this time, Lin Feng laid on the bed nearly bare, wearing nothing but a thin white towel wrapped loosely around his waist. It did little to hide the massive bulge straining beneath the fabric.
With a seductive smile, Daoist Falling Snow moved closer, her delicate fingers tugging at the towel. In one swift pull, it fell away, revealing his enormous treasure in all its glory.
Lin Feng's thick, veined Yang spear stood proudly erect, pulsing with raw power and heat.
It was far larger than anything Tang Jingyan had ever imagined… long, heavy, and intimidatingly girthy, with a bulbous head that glistened under the soft light of the room.
"Ohhh…" Tang Jingyan couldn't suppress the stunned moan that escaped her lips.
Her eyes widened in pure disbelief. This was the first Yang spear she had ever seen in her life, and its sheer size left her breathless.
How… how could something so massive even exist? she thought, her heart racing.
