Bab 1182: West Duke Is Getting Married!

Releasing her immediately, Xuan Ying knelt on the bed as he looked at the stained fabric on him, his face somber.

Feng Lingxue sat up, drawing two tissues out of the box as she tried to help clean him. "I'm sorry, I'll help you wipe it clean. I'll do it right now…"

Her hands touched his stiff muscles, merely separated by the thin materials of his clothes. He felt as though a feather ran over his heart, distracted by her move.

The position they were in was extremely intimate too, her head right in front of his groin.

"Damned woman, where are you cleaning?" he grit his teeth as he cursed.

Feng Lingxue instantly lifted her head, she was completely clueless as to what she had done wrong. "What's the matter?"

Xuan Ying still had some pent up desires inside of him, his inky eyes spelled danger.

Not to mention how she looked at him with that innocent expression of hers and those supple red lips.

She really was a nymph.

"F*ck!"