"Lin Feng was far too much… his thing was so big," Su Muyao admitted inwardly, unable to stop herself from gulping.
The memory of his scorching, profound yang qi brushing against her skin and covering her from head to foot resurfaced vividly in her mind.
Heat crept up her neck and stained her cheeks a deep crimson.
Her body reacted before her thoughts could catch up, a subtle warmth pooling low in her abdomen, leaving her flustered and painfully aware of herself.
Her lips pressed together as she tried to steady her breathing.
"Oh no… I truly need to stop thinking about such improper thoughts," she scolded herself inwardly, her heart fluttering in disarray.
"When did my mind become so shameless?"
The realization shocked her more than the memories themselves.
She had always carried herself with dignity, especially after becoming a widow.
Composed, restrained, untouchable.
Yet now her thoughts wandered so easily back to him.
