Before Xu Wendong could recover from his extreme shock and helplessness.
Lin Yin's right hand, soft as if boneless, had already slipped quietly under the hem of his robe and wrapped around that hard, burning thing of his.
Her movements were gentle, yet carried a hint of refusal-was-not-an-option.
"Nngh!"
A suppressed whimper slipped from Xu Wendong's throat; that smooth and slightly cool touch was like a jolt of electricity racing through his whole body in an instant, making him shudder violently.
His eyes went wide and round, filled with barely concealed shock and panic, and his voice started trembling unconsciously: "Elder, you… what are you doing?"
Xu Wendong had seen his fair share of storms in life, but having this Beautiful Elder grab his lifeline still sent a chill straight down his spine.
The corners of Lin Yin's lips lifted slightly, sketching out a seductive smile.
