He spoke in a low voice: "Is this all the Holy Daughter can do?"
Zhu Nanzhi shivered slightly with her breath, her arms like smooth lotus roots gently wrapped around Lu Jin'an's neck. Her face was crimson, and though she didn't speak, her pleasing voice was like a kitten's claws, scratching at Lu Jin'an's heart.
Lu Jin'an's hands slightly tightened on the sheets, as he watched Zhu Nanzhi suddenly lift her right hand again, slowly removing the silver butterfly hairpin that held up her hair.
Her soft hair fell luxuriously, cascading with the movement of her delicate head, irresistibly alluring.
"Saint Heir~ won't you surrender yet?"
Zhu Nanzhi glanced at Lu Jin'an with eyes shimmering like water, her voice softly alluring, "Why do I feel like you can't hold on anymore?"
As she spoke, she gazed unmovingly at Lu Jin'an, with an expectation hidden within her eyes.
Lu Jin'an exhaled lightly: "Though I am lustful, but..."
