CHAPTER 584: CHAPTER 254 "I CAN’T KEEP GOING~" AND AUNT RUO WANT TO ACCUMULATE EXPERIENCE

On the soft couch in the bedroom of Fuyao Inn, although Zhu Nanzhi wasn’t walking, the snow-white feet wrapped in pure white silk stockings made a "sissing" sound, like evenly paced footsteps.

On her delicately made-up elegant and delicate face hung a slightly smiling non-smiling expression, and her sky-blue eyes quietly swept over Lu Jin’an’s face, which was covered by a small strap shirt, as a mist silently spread.

Zhu Nanzhi sat naturally on Lu Jin’an’s calves, seemingly because Lu Jin’an couldn’t see, her inner shyness had also diminished a lot. Her long, slender legs, porcelain white and enticingly pink under the light silk cover, exuded an indescribable extreme allure in their purity.

The graceful jade feet, also hidden in the white silk, resembled hands clasped together, the arches of the feet creating rounded curves. Through the thin silk stockings, the enticing green veins on the foot arch could be faintly seen, with flawless heels that were white with a pink tint, akin to a goose egg.

It wasn’t her first time doing such things, but it was the first time she did it from such a commanding position.

This feeling, somewhat similar to wanting to refine her husband into a Sword Spirit, brought her a sense of achievement and satisfaction that her husband could now only be played with by her.

At least at this moment, her husband, like her Lifebound Sword Spirit, could only obediently listen to her and be at her mercy.

"Saint Son, weren’t you very proud just now?"

Zhu Nanzhi suddenly sighed softly: "How come you’re now being toyed with by this Holy Daughter?"

Listening to Zhu Nanzhi’s voice, Lu Jin’an found it amusing in his heart. Was it the Fallen Holy Daughter game before, and now it’s a defeated and captured Saint Son game?

He didn’t speak, so Zhu Nanzhi applied some pressure: "I’m asking you! You have no stance to remain silent now!"

In Lu Jin’an’s view, the pressure she applied wasn’t forceful, but rather felt more like a comfortable massage.

Although he couldn’t see anything at the moment, Lu Jin’an could feel Zhu Nanzhi’s actions: akin to clasped hands, the ten toes, like tender silkworms, were delicate and slender like fingers.

Cooperate?

Why not cooperate, after all, Nanzhi is so interested.

"You think doing this will make me submit?"

"Is this Holy Daughter so beautiful that my beauty trap still can’t make you submit?" Zhu Nanzhi suddenly bent her waist, demonstrating the flexibility of her waist as she reached out to remove the small strap shirt from Lu Jin’an’s face, then straightened up again: "Aren’t you lustful? You might as well secretly enjoy it since this Holy Daughter has adopted a targeted approach."

Lu Jin’an looked up, his breath slightly rushed.

He saw Zhu Nanzhi’s jade arms interlocking, hugging each other’s elbows, accentuating the already well-developed white curves, especially the deep shadows within the tender embrace, making it impossible for Lu Jin’an to look away.

"So white."

Lu Jin’an couldn’t help but exclaim, indeed it’s the Pristine Immortal Body, her skin so flawless without a hint of blemish.

However, Nanzhi’s white is different from Senior Sister’s cold white; Nanzhi’s resembles warm jade, suitable for playing endlessly in the palm of one’s hand.

After all, it’s about to be winter, hugging Senior Sister would definitely be cold...

After a glance full of reluctance, Lu Jin’an’s gaze traveled upwards. Her soft, dark cyan hair was held up by a Silver Butterfly Hairpin, the wings of the silver butterfly fluttering delicately with her movements, showcasing the sexiness of her white-as-jade nape with every breath.

The elongated willow-leaf eyebrows appeared elegant and delicate, her eyes like blue gemstones, reflecting under the flickering candlelight, giving off an elusive divine glow.

With a straight nose bridge, cherry-colored lips barely opening, her breath felt like orchid fragrance.

At this moment, the entire bed was filled with the fragrance of Zhu Nanzhi, akin to that of plum blossoms, mingled with a faint scent of hormones.

"Saint Son is still so unsteady, already praising?"

Zhu Nanzhi looked at Lu Jin’an with a smile: "No more stubbornness in your words?"

"What was I stubborn about?" Lu Jin’an chuckled: "Complimenting you is one thing, but it doesn’t prove anything."

"I understand now, this level of beauty trap isn’t enough, right?"

Lu Jin’an candidly nodded: "I haven’t tasted anything yet, and you want me to submit?"

"Step on you then~" Zhu Nanzhi said, extending her white silk-clad foot to Lu Jin’an’s face as if she was about to step on him the next second.

Lu Jin’an watched as the white silk underfoot, revealing the pink tint of her sole, adhered to her foot closely, the delicate lines on the sole clearly visible.

His Adam’s apple bobbed a few times, no matter how many times he looked, he could never get enough of those snowy feet in white silk.

What Pristine Immortal Body, it’s clearly an Innate White Silk Holy Body.

"I defy your wish, not stepping!" Zhu Nanzhi observed Lu Jin’an’s expression, slowly withdrawing her lotus foot.

Her husband truly had a strange obsession with feet, as if they were something edible...

Although indeed clean and fragrant, just imagining the scene made Zhu Nanzhi inexplicably feel a sense of shame.

Moreover, she indeed didn’t like her husband doing that... it felt like stepping him underfoot.

However, teasing her husband verbally wasn’t bad at all.

Thinking so, Zhu Nanzhi’s lips curled into a shallow smile, her silk-footed tip making circles on Lu Jin’an’s chest: "Saint Son, disappointed?"

Lu Jin’an watched Zhu Nanzhi’s every move, his eyes softening noticeably.

Compared to the initially cold and pure Nanzhi when they first met, the current Nanzhi not only had a more mature figure but also had an added touch of glamour and allure in her demeanor. With every gesture, she was both innocent and seductive, capable of stirring his deepest hidden desires.

"So is this the Holy Daughter’s punishment?" Lu Jin’an said, unconsciously raising his hand to clasp her sexy ankle, feeling the silk’s slinky and delicate texture.