Feng Jiu glanced at that self immersed gleeful look in the Hell's Lord's eyes and sneered: "It's not all that great."
"Oh? Is that right? Maybe if this Lord should come a little closer so you can see it more clearly." He said through narrowed eyes, his body leaning slightly forward, ready to advance.
Feng Jiu's face changed when she saw that and she quickly raised up her hands to shout: "Stop stop stop! No need to come over, no need to come over. Your body's just fantastic! Solid and very impressive! Will that do?"
[What kind of a person was that! ? Even a thug needn't be that thuggish right? Does he even care about saving face at all?]
The Hell's Lord did not go over as from what he saw, she would definitely end up as his woman, and hence, he did not want to rush it in order to not frighten her which would not gain him anything.
"Come scrub this Lord's back." The Hell's Lord said as he lay upon the pool's edge, exposing his back to her.
