Upon hearing the muffled moan, Feng Bailing was slightly surprised.
"I haven't even inserted the needle yet, could it be that I touched the wrong spot?"
This guy, such a grown man, grunting and groaning—unbelievable.
"Continue downward."
Dugu Wu said in a deep voice.
The only thing he couldn't feel was his legs, not the other areas.
Feng Bailing's hand continued to move downward, oblivious to the fact that her soft, boneless touch on every inch of his skin felt to Dugu Wu like ant bites—tingly and itchy.
And yet, Feng Bailing moved at a snail's pace, taking her time to move from his waist down.
Feng Bailing was also secretly pleased.
Dugu Wu's body felt nice to the touch, his skin quite elastic, but what delighted her most was the sensation of the Emperor's aura flooding towards her yet again.
Continuous streams of the Emperor's aura entered her fingertips, an overwhelming influx excited every pore in her body, prompting her to intentionally slow her movements.
