Dragon King Palace: Urban Affluent Son-in-Law-Chapter 1131: Giving Up Halfway

Jiang Feng was really somewhat out of control at this moment, and Murong Qian’s face was getting redder. She bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, her body weakly laid on the blanket, her eyes half-opened, exuding a charming bashfulness.

"You little rascal, what... what are you doing? Is this really helping me heal?"

On her heavenly, noble, and stunningly beautiful face, that irresistible bashful expression appeared once again.

Jiang Feng’s mouth felt even drier, and his hand involuntarily shifted a bit upwards.

Murong Qian couldn’t take it anymore, feeling Jiang Feng’s fingertips tracing her body with an indescribable discomfort, yet equally indescribable comfort.

A flame within her tender heart slowly began to burn once more.

"Mmm..."

The soft, melodious moan echoed once more, with infinite bashfulness in her voice: "You little rascal, what... what exactly are you trying to do? My foot is frostbitten, not my..."

Her voice, soft and indescribably gentle, seemed to oppose, but she still lay on the blanket without stopping Jiang Feng’s further actions.

Completely in a manner of not resisting anymore, letting him take advantage.

But just then, a more piercing icy wind blew from outside, shaking the warm tent and almost knocking over the oil lamp. Jiang Feng, who was about to take an inch, suddenly snapped back to clarity.

Damn!

What am I doing?

How could I take advantage of Sister Qian’s trust in me to do such a beastly thing? Am I still human?

Simply worse than a beast!

Looking at Murong Qian again, she was already lying flat on the blanket, breathing with closed eyes awaiting.

That enchanting body lay perfectly presented before his eyes.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, forcing himself to avert his gaze, and then gave himself a hard slap to regain his senses.

"Sister Qian, I’m sorry, I drank a little just now, I don’t know how I..."

With a sigh, Jiang Feng retreated, irritatedly sitting at the edge of the blanket.

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Murong Qian, having prepared herself in all sorts of bashful anticipation, suddenly heard the crisp sound of the slap, and then opened her eyes suddenly, looking at Jiang Feng in surprise.

Jiang Feng was truly filled with remorse at this moment.

Perhaps having reincarnated, he hadn’t genuinely enjoyed the company of a woman in a long time!

Confronted with an increasing number of temptations, his resistance grew weaker, and a slight oversight could edge him across the line.

"Your foot is already healed, rest for now. I need to go out to cool down."

With that, Jiang Feng attempted to lift the tent flap to step out once more.

Murong Qian was startled, hurriedly got up, and hugging Jiang Feng from behind. Her incredibly soft body pressed tightly against his back, her heated cheek sticking to Jiang Feng’s spine, and she murmured, "You little rascal, what are you doing? I didn’t say I blame you..."

Jiang Feng sighed: "Sister Qian, let me go out to get some fresh air, just now... I’m sorry."

Having said that, Jiang Feng forcibly removed Murong Qian’s arms and eventually walked out.

"You little rascal..."

Left alone, Murong Qian sat there in solitude, her heart filled with waves of disappointment, her eyes reddened, and her delicate lips almost bitten to the point of bleeding!

At this moment, she truly felt both angry and wronged!

That little rascal, continually making a fuss and bullying her, was it interesting?

What kind of person does he take her for? Does he have to give up halfway like this...