Li Feng stiffened as he felt her super soft ample breasts pressing against his back, especially those familiar hardened beads.
"Matriarch Meng…?"
His voice came out a little strained as he gently tried to pry her arms loose.
However, Meng Wan lowered her head, resting her cheek against his back, and tightened her embrace even further.
"Please don't make this any harder for me," she whispered. "I know you don't want to hold me responsible, but that doesn't mean I can simply pretend nothing happened."
"..."
Sensing his hesitation, Meng Wan gently held his hand a little tighter before speaking again, her voice soft but filled with conviction.
"For most of my life, I've met countless cultivators who speak of righteousness and honor. Yet when faced with temptation, how many of them would truly uphold those principles?"
She paused, her cheeks still faintly red.
"But you did."
Her voice grew quieter.
