"Tut-tut, those long, long legs—they could crush a man to death. And when they let out those cries, all gibberish, you can't understand a word, yet it’s an entirely different kind of thrill. Are you sure you won't give it a try?"
Zhao Wujiang smiled and shook his head. He had seen exotic charms before; it was nothing new. When he favored the Princess Baiyue, sometimes, when she lost her composure, she would whisper in her native Baiyue language, making little whimpering sounds as she suppressed her gasps.
Not understanding didn't mean he couldn't feel it.
Chapter 116