Although the chamber no longer resounded with the intense noises from earlier, faint rustling still drifted out from time to time. Eventually, the chamber finally fell quiet again.
The new storm that had swept through the room had now subsided. Fully dressed, Hun Changqing sat on the edge of the bed, watching Zi Yan curl up in his arms. She had cleaned the traces from her little face and was nuzzling against him now and then, wearing a look of bliss, as though still savoring something.
Hun Changqing looked at Zi Yan with a peculiar expression. Although he had already experienced it once before, what had just happened still struck him as indescribably strange.
Hun Changqing reached out, gently pinched one of Zi Yan's little ears, and said irritably,
"You really have some nerve, daring to do something so outrageously disrespectful."
"Hehe, Master, then why didn't you stop me just now? I'm only a Dou Emperor, you know. All you have to do is move a finger, and I won't be able to budge. You weren't resisting at all just now."
Zi Yan took none of the faint reproach in Hun Changqing's words to heart. She nuzzled against him twice more, then looked up at him with a slightly teasing smile as she spoke.
Hun Changqing immediately looked embarrassed. He knew this sort of thing was inappropriate and that he should have firmly refused Zi Yan. Unfortunately, he had indeed felt rather- ahem. Unfortunately, Hun Changqing had never learned how to refuse this sort of thing, so he could only helplessly endure his disciple squeezing him dry.
"Wasn't that because I was afraid of hurting you? You couldn't withstand even a little of my energy."
Hun Changqing offered Zi Yan an explanation, but to her, it sounded utterly feeble. She