"I am not that bored," Baili An said with a strange look as he glanced at Ning Feiyan, his gaze somewhat hesitant.
Ning Feiyan was massaging her tender waist, feeling the tingling sensation of fatigue retreating slightly from her depths.
As she struggled to support herself, she couldn't help but tighten her legs, and as she slightly lifted her gaze, she caught the expression in Baili An's eyes:
"Just ask what you want to ask instead of hesitating like a maiden. Are you expecting me to guess your thoughts?"
Baili An frowned and looked her up and down twice. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke with a somewhat heavy tone, "How much longer do you need to end this condition of yours?"
Ning Feiyan was startled, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks; she looked at him strangely, "You are so young; why are you so perverted to be so interested in an Enchanting Demon's private matters?"
