Just at this moment, a delicate moan followed by a long sigh sounded from inside the room, drawing her attention.
She saw a slender arm, covered in a thin layer of sweat, emerge from the headboard that creaked loudly, gripping the bedpost desperately amidst the chaos.
Li Bansheng saw clearly that the rounded nails on the hand abruptly extended, sharp and seductive, resembling the claws of some beast.
Bai Yuanduo propped himself up, revealing his strong and broad back, while the woman's hand, in her frenzy, carved deep blood marks onto his back.
The pain seemed to stimulate Bai Yuanduo, causing his exhausted energy to burst forth suddenly; for a moment, the heavy breathing inside the room intertwined like the sounds of battle.
Li Bansheng finally sensed something amiss.
Even in matters of the bed, a man is not as skilled as a brothel woman.
Yet Bai Yuanduo, despite being a talented cultivator, had his body tempered long ago, how could a mere mortal so easily scratch his back?
