The completely enclosed Chang'an Hall was stiflingly hot.
The sound of hurried breaths grew more intense, as if they could no longer be suppressed.
Dongfang Xinglan, supporting herself with one hand on the Dragon Chair, slightly twisted her torso, her jade legs entwining, the sound of her knees knocking together was clearly audible.
With a blush on her face, Dongfang Xinglan gently parted her cherry lips, her dreamy eyes fixed on the Dragon Chair in her sight, her hand reflexively gripping Lu Jin'an's wrist.
She tiptoed, her ten delicate toes curling tightly like cat's paws, the soles of her feet revealing an enticing pink flush, soft and alluring.
Especially the lines on her legs, reminiscent of a graceful female leopard, remained taut, as if expressing gentle affection.
Among the interwoven breaths, Lu Jin'an's breathing gradually overshadowed Dongfang Xinglan's voice.
