Lu Jiang's fingers were very rough, yet wherever they fell, they felt warm. As they pressed against the skin on the shoulder, within moments, the heat at his fingertips turned into a blazing flame. Feng Qingxue heard a rush of breath and turned her head, only to be kissed by him.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," the ancients truly did not deceive me.
As soon as Feng Qingxue thought of these words, she was lost in a state of passion and confusion.
From the bathtub to the bed, the tumultuous passion left her too exhausted to even move a finger. She heard Lu Jiang's low laugh in her ear: "Have you become slack in your training with the South Sea Fleet? Your stamina isn't as good as before."
"I've grown old; I'm a grandmother now."
