Although my lady is a Sword Cultivator from the Vast Realm, her body pristine and untouched, always cool and sweat-free, she must have a scent, yes, a fragrance.
However, the position she is proposing right now, he refused. It was not some special fetish.
And thinking about unlocking such an advanced position all of a sudden, there likely would be no show tonight. It's better to start with the normal, simple positions and take it slow.
Zhao Rong's mouth curved slightly as he glanced at his lady, her eyebrows knitted, teeth barely concealed behind her lips.
No matter how he looked at her, it seemed she was just forcefully maintaining her posture, trying to scare him, but in reality, she was just a tender, succulent lamb ready for slaughter, playing the tough tiger...
Zhao Rong took a big step and blew out the only lamp in the room, swiftly returning to the side of the bed and diving into the warm, fragrant covers held by someone else.
