Lin Zhenghui was no exception.
Had he bedded over a hundred immortals, would it be called a "hundred kills"?
But how did it matter, after Lin Zhenghui entered the Fairy Spirit Cave of the Yu Ting Sect Fairy, he felt as if he was in a spring surrounded by blooming flowers, and like bathing in the gentle spring drizzle.
The Fairy Spirit Cave seemed to tighten and relax following Lin Zhenghui's heartbeat and breath, giving him an indescribable comfort.
"Mr. Lin, how is it? Do you like it!" The fairy's voice was magnetic, bell-like and enchanting, capable of haunting a man's dreams.
"So good..." Lin Zhenghui could only utter these two words.
"Then Mr. Lin, push harder, this servant likes it!"
"The feel of it, indescribable, oh, the pleasure..."
It was said that this was the Hehuan Immortal Sect, their skills were superior, and they were devoted their whole lives to the study of the matters between men and women.
All roads lead to Rome.