In the hall.
The atmosphere was enchanting.
Chu Ning picked up a candle from one side of the hall, and with a hand as sharp as a knife, he chopped the candle until only a small piece remained.
He lit it.
"You can start talking now. If the candle goes out before you've satisfied me, I'll regretfully have to destroy such a beautiful thing," he said.
Whoosh!
Just as Chu Ning set down the candle, a gust of wind suddenly blew in from outside the door, flickering and snuffing out the flame.
Chu Ning's expression was a bit awkward; Tu Feifei looked woefully at him. The next moment, however, she opened her arms, her body swaying gracefully, her eyes brimming with seduction as she took delicate steps toward him.
"I guarantee to satisfy Master Ji in every way," she said with a seductive smile.
Her hand, as smooth as onion skin, followed the motion of her crouching body and gently descended.