Shanaela chuckled softly, drawing circles on his chest with her fingertips, and said, "It's not that I don't trust you."
Then, lowering her voice, she said, "It's just that there are clearly better choices for this sort of thing, so why take the risk? The Wood Elves aren't short on female professionals."
Wu Heng's hand slipped beneath her clothing along her supple waistline, cradling her heavy fullness. "Your plan has a fatal flaw."
"Oh?" Shanaela deliberately pushed her chest out, revealing more skin beneath her nightdress.
I'm curious to hear what flaw this plan might have.
"The Wood Elves and Gold and Silver Island have a long-term collaboration." Wu Heng's thumb brushed over the peak, appreciating Shanaela's uneasy squirming. "In the future, they will continuously send high-level professionals. Can you guarantee that the Wood Elves can supply that many high-level female professionals?"
After a slight pause, he continued, "Even if they could, my body couldn't handle it."
