Half an hour later.
Chu Feng carried Lin Shiyu out of the room and placed her on the bed.
He went straight to battle.
They didn't talk much.
Like dry tinder meeting a fierce flame,
a great battle began.
Two hours later, after tumultuous upheavals,
the air was thick with the scent of hormones.
Lin Shiyu's face was flush, and her forehead was covered with sweat as she lay in Chu Feng's arms.
Chu Feng was smoking a cigarette.
His demeanor was that of a man who relished a cigarette after the act, as if he were in heaven.
"You, not only is your kung fu strong, but in bed, you are as fierce as a beast!!!"
Lin Shiyu pouted and said.
"A man has to be strong both in public and private, otherwise how can he be called a man?"
Chu Feng joked, his hand still squeezing her breast.
"You, isn't it about time you told me something?"
Then Lin Shiyu looked at Chu Feng and spoke.
"Tell you what?"
Chu Feng asked, puzzled.
"Who is Ni Huang?"
