This wasn't the first time Nangong Bing had shared a bed with Lin Zifeng, but deep down she still felt a little restless. A woman's natural tendency to overthink opened up her imagination.
Her fingers kept tracing circles on Lin Zifeng's waist, the ticklish sensation making Lin Zifeng feel all tingly. Just as he was about to extend his Demon Claw to capture something below, Nangong Bing playfully scolded and forcefully swatted away his Demon Claw...
"I say, Empress Dowager. You're not really just going to sleep with me and keep it this tense, are you?"
Geez, if it really stayed like this, he'd rather spend half the night at a nightclub having some fun instead.
"Ah, ah! What-what more do you want to do?" This instantly startled her, making her nerves jangle again.
Hiding under the quilt, she gently rested her head by his waist, silently pondering: He-he can't be that impatient, can he?
But... sob, sob, I-I'm scared.
