"What do you need me to do?" Ling Feng asked curiously, "Don't worry, as long as it's something I can accomplish, I will definitely help you!"
An Lan smiled slightly, "With your words, I am reassured!"
For some reason, Ling Feng seemed to sense an inexplicable meaning from An Lan's face.
"Let's go, let's enter!" Before Ling Feng had time to fully appreciate, An Lan had already pulled his hand and dived into the stone wall.
An Lan's hand was cool and soft, and her virgin fragrance was intoxicating. Surprisingly, Ling Feng's mind conjured the memory of the soft and delicate touch he experienced with his right hand that morning!
"Amitabha!" Ling Feng silently chanted in his heart. Speaking of beauty alone, Ling Feng's several women were not inferior to An Lan, but An Lan possessed a goddess-like quality, fresh and elegant, holy and distant!
