Master and Mistress Disagree

The feeling of holding soft, fragrant beauties in his arms was certainly wonderful.

But they were his martial aunts, after all.

Unable to endure their groping any longer, Tang Yu shot Liu Yanlan a pleading look.

Liu Yanlan did not even glance his way. She was over there counting on her fingers, most likely figuring out how to handle the spirit vein once they got it.

With no outside help to call on, and unable to exactly slap his martial aunts' backsides to warn them to stop touching him, Tang Yu could only speak up.

"Martial Aunts, I prepared gifts for you. How about you let go first so I can take them out and give them to you?"

"Oh? There are gifts too?"

Hearing there were gifts, the four martial aunts finally released Tang Yu with smiles. The more they looked at this young disciple, the more handsome and lovable he seemed—more than ten times as handsome as their own old man had been in his youth.

Tang Yu took four bottles of pills from his storage ring and handed them to the four martial aunts.

"These four bottles contain pills for preserving one's appearance and nourishing the complexion. They're also quite effective for the skin after taking them. Martial Aunts, you can try them. If you think they're good, come to me for more later."

"Aiya, what a thoughtful child. Martial Aunt's sweet little camisole."

The Third Martial Aunt, dressed in a thin white gauze dress, came over and tightly wrapped her arms around Tang Yu's arm again, pressing her body against his.

With her holding him like that, Tang Yu felt his arm was blissfully fortunate beyond measure.

Besides, the Third Martial Aunt's white gauze dress was simply far too sheer. If one got a little closer