"No need."
Seeing Feng Yueji voluntarily lean closer, Jiang Feng suddenly felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, his body stiffened somewhat.
What's been happening lately? The women around him, one after another, showing such tenderness that he's almost unable to handle it.
He thought Feng Yueji's place would be a clean retreat, but unexpectedly, Feng Yueji was so tempting...
"Master, are you still so guarded against me?"
Feng Yueji observed Jiang Feng's resistant manner and smiled slightly, a smile so enchanting that it seemed to dim the heavens and earth, just like the saying "a slight smile is very alluring".
"It's not that, it's just—"
Before he could finish, Feng Yueji's flawless delicate jade hands were already resting on Jiang Feng's shoulder, gently massaging him.
Her fragrant, tender body was deliberately or unintentionally leaning lightly against Jiang Feng's back, laughing and speaking softly: "There's no 'but', A disciple should serve her Master!"
