Li Feng went silent.
The layers of schemes, absences, bloodlines, and hidden goals settled one after another in his mind as he digested everything she had just revealed.
His hand remained on the soft, bare flesh of her breast, but for the moment his attention had turned inward.
Fen Ling only smiled.
Seeing him fall quiet, she no longer continued explaining.
Instead, her focus shifted fully downward.
Her cool, skilled fingers began working his hard little brother with clearer intent, the earlier conversational rhythm fading as she concentrated on the thick heat in her grasp.
Li Feng let out a soft groan.
His gaze lowered to the mature beauty beside him… calm, composed, and fully focused on bringing him to release.
The sight alone made his breath grow heavier.
For a moment, the irritation that had been sitting in his chest loosened.
It was hard to blame her now.
He knew better than most how much a breakthrough meant to a cultivator.
