Fifteen minutes later, Lin Feng finally stepped out of the room.
He paused briefly at the doorway and glanced back.
Su Muyao was still lying on the bed, completely exhausted, her breathing soft and steady.
He walked over and gently tried to wake her, calling her name once, then again, but she did not respond in the slightest.
She was far too worn out to regain consciousness anytime soon.
Seeing this, Lin Feng could only shake his head faintly.
He glanced at the milky water fall traces slipping from the pink jade gate between her legs, and his little brother stirred instinctively once more.
However, Lin Feng quickly suppressed the urge.
He knew Su Muyao had already reached her limit and was now completely unconscious from the overwhelming pleasure she had endured.
He covered her with the quilt to make sure she was comfortable, his expression softening for a brief moment.
