An Zongjun applied a slight pressure, kneading with his hand, which caused Third Elder to let out an involuntary, soft moan. An Zongjun, already full of youthful vigor and having abstained for a long time, instantly became intoxicated. At this moment, all of his previous caution and sobriety vanished from his mind, and under the step-by-step enticement of Third Elder, he gradually sank into surrender.Afterward, An Zongjun and the Third Elder fell fast asleep from utter exhaustion.
It was unknown how much time had passed when the Third Elder finally opened her eyes. She was momentarily startled to find her disciple sharing the same bed, and immediately, wave upon wave of shameful images rushed back into her mind. The Third Elder furrowed her brow in quiet panic.
Though she had taken many men in her past, this was her first time crossing the line with her own direct disciple. If word were to get out, neither she nor An Zongjun would meet a pleasant end; at the very least, they would be cast out of the sect.Third Elder turned his head to look at An Zongjun, who was still fast asleep beside him. Looking at that young face and muscular chest, Third Elder had to admit—She was still quite satisfied with An Zongjun.
Chapter 388