After some time had passed, Fen Ling finally let out a soft sigh as she looked down.
She gently caressed the back of his head with one hand, stroking his hair like she was indulging a naughty child, while her other hand rested on his shoulder.
"Envoy Li, just how long are you planning to check my sincerity? This Empress can already feel that my entire breasts are quite wet."
Her voice was calm and slightly helpless, yet still carried that dignified tone.
Li Feng slowly released her glistening, hardened, enticing pink bead with a wet pop.
A thin string of saliva still connected his lips to her stiff pink bud.
He looked up at her with a serious expression, though his hands never stopped groping and squeezing her heavy, soft breasts.
"…This junior is simply being extremely careful, Your Majesty," he replied in a low, solemn voice.
Despite his serious look, Li Feng's hand already began to lower.
