Cultivators have their advantages, for all matters are made convenient.
For instance, taking advantage of the chaos in Ji Feixue's mind, with a flash of his External Appearance, Su He gathered up both of their garments, saving a great deal of effort.
Yet, without the process of gradually peeling away the layers, it was like a cow chewing peony—a regrettable spoil of the ambiance.
However, the sudden release of such constraints and the rebound of softness that followed was all the more intoxicating.
Pressing her down, the water bed rippled beneath them. The touch of the Fairy, now unimpeded by anything, was soft and slippery, sending Su He's heart soaring.
The bed was like waves, undulating both the body and the heart.
"You…" Suddenly bereft of clothing, Ji Feixue's face flushed with embarrassment. She hadn't even considered the scenario of revealing all, but before she could speak, Su He's mouth silenced hers.
