With the old servant holding the line ahead, Li Dong finally found a moment to catch his breath.
He gently laid Lan Yan—who had fallen into a deep slumber—onto the ground. When he had first snatched her back from Luo Shaowen, he realized she had likely been injected with a potent aphrodisiac.
The drug's effects had yet to wear off, leaving her consciousness in a state of total disarray. Sensing a man's presence, she instinctively wrapped her long, shapely legs around him, clinging to him as if he were a lifeline.
At the same time, she swayed her ample hips, seeking to draw his cock inside…
What sent a jolt of intense pleasure through Li Dong was that, even in her delirious state, Lan Yan managed to find the tip of his member with uncanny precision; her soft, slick, and plump folds enveloped the glans, and she lowered herself down onto it.
Could this really be the same Lan Yan who had previously known nothing of such intimate matters?
But the next second, he had no time to ponder that. As just the glans slid inside, Li Dong felt a sharp, tingling numbness—as if he were forcing his way into a fresh, raw wound. The sensation was heightened by the intense, rhythmic spasms of her muscles and the warm, viscous nectar gushing forth.
Inside, countless delicate, fleshy folds—layered like the tentacles of a sea anemone—clamped down, undulating and squeezing around him. The sensation of being gripped was incredibly vivid, and a tidal wave of exquisite, tingling pleasure washed over him, nearly causing his self-control to waver.
Fortunately, given the circumstances—and the fact that Lan Yan was not in her right mind—he knew he neither could nor should be the one to take her virginity. He pulled out immediately, yet even so, his glans felt completely sensitized and tingling from the intense suction—he shuddered to think what might have happened had he stayed a few seconds longer.
He then pressed his hand against the back of Lan Yan's neck, channeling a precise burst of his "Pure Yang" internal energy to lull her into a deep sleep.
As for Zhi Ran, she had been confined by Luo Shaowen in a cage fashioned from white jade pillars. He had kept a close watch on her throughout the conflict, but as the battle intensified, he could only focus on ensuring that the collateral damage didn't reach her.
After retrieving Lan Yan, he searched the area, only to discover that Zhi Ran had vanished from the cage.
There were no signs of battle damage in the vicinity, and the cage itself remained intact; either Zhi Ran had managed to escape on her own, or perhaps…
For the moment, however, he had no way to go and seek out Shen Weiwei.
Just as he was lost in thought, a faint, delicate fragrance—reminiscent of orchids and plum blossoms—wafted toward him. A pair of fair, snow-white feet, clad in strapless high-heeled shoes, came to a stop right before him.
Following the sight upward, he beheld a purple *qipao* with a high waist and a daring side slit. Beneath the fabric, the curvaceous, rounded contours of her hips were subtly revealed, along with a pair of long, supple, snow-white legs. Above, her chest was remarkably full and voluptuous—it was Aunt Yingji.
Concerned for his well-being, Aunt Yingji crouched down. With the high slit of her dress, the movement caused her shapely, pear-like buttocks to spill out from the sides; the striking, snow-white skin and her exquisitely sensual, graceful lines were enough to make anyone's heart race. Moreover, the lines tracing the hip and pelvic area were clearly visible, with no sign of any undergarments—if it wasn't a C-string, then…
Following this train of thought, Li Dong cast an involuntary glance. Just as she settled into a full squat, the front hem of her qipao slid aside, revealing a pair of full, moon-like buttocks.
Between her shapely, plump thighs—curvaceous yet entirely free of excess fat—a faint, glistening sheen of moisture caught the light. Her soft, succulent, and youthful labia were pressed tightly together; the reddish slit between them was the source of that glistening moisture…
Li Dong jerked his head up, taking a sharp, instinctive breath as if to purge this alluring, forbidden image from his mind. Yet, the moment he became aware of it, his nostrils seemed to catch a faint, warm, and sweet fragrance—reminiscent of orchids and musk.
In this state, even taking a deep breath felt like a transgression.
"Dong'er, are you alright?"
Aunt Yingji's concerned voice finally snapped Li Dong back to reality. He shook his head and replied, "I'm fine… *cough*…"
At that moment, the foreign, potent *yang* energy left behind in his body by Luo Shaowen flared up again. Like restless earthworms, the energy writhed through his *dantian* and meridians, throwing his internal *qi* into complete disarray.
Seeing Li Dong's energy falter, the beautiful woman's heart ached, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. "Where are you hurt?…"
Only after Li Dong insisted repeatedly that he was fine did Jiang Yingxi finally begin to set her mind at ease. She may not have been the most exemplary mother, but her maternal love was, without a doubt, entirely genuine. "Dong'er, let me give you a hug."
Just as she had done every time they met before, the beautiful woman opened her arms and pulled him into an embrace.
A wave of warmth surged through Li Dong's heart; having truly endured such harrowing ordeals, this warm embrace felt all the more precious. Yet, things were a little different this time…
Having hurried over, Aunt Yingji's *qipao* had shifted toward the center, revealing even more of her smooth, snow-white, and supple breasts. They swayed slightly, parting like teardrops, with the greater portion of her voluptuous, rounded, and perky bosom now fully exposed.
What remained covered was held in place only by the sharp, protruding tips of her nipples; they hadn't slipped entirely into the deep cleavage between her breasts. As his face pressed against her, it was practically swallowed by the soft, creamy flesh—a sensation as smooth and delicate as fine, rich dairy, pressing firmly against him.