Before anyone knew it, the night had entered its latter half. All the lights in the residence had gone out, and no one was moving about. Only Niao Niao, who had been given a fright, remained perched on Yunli's windowsill, peeking inside as though watching to see whether Sister Two of Bamboo would go mad again.
Meanwhile, faint sounds drifted intermittently from the room opposite:
Creak, creak...
The room, lit by a small lamp, carried a fragrance like orchids and honey.
Fan Qinghe's cheeks were flushed. Her arms rested on the wooden rail at the head of the bed, her cheek pressed against her forearm, her lower lip caught lightly between her teeth, and a trace of haziness in her eyes. Her ink-black hair spilled down her neck, some of it draped over her fair back, behind which rose a round, full moon. Her already sizable breasts hung above the pillow, rippling with the movement.
Ye Jingtang was behind her. After practicing his moves for so long, a few beads of sweat had appeared on his perfectly sculpted chest, but a smile remained at the corners of his eyes as he looked down to admire the full moon that put flowers to shame.
After admiring it for some time, Ye Jingtang exhaled, leaned down against her back, supported her weight with one hand, and asked with concern:
"Tired?"
"Mmm... what watch of the night is it already? Even a landlord's fields can't be plowed like this..."
Fan Qinghe was rather muddled and did not know what she was saying. When Ye Jingtang lay down with her in his arms, she lay down too, pillowing her head on his arm without moving.
Ye Jingtang was already a Martial Saint, and his physique really was excessively powerful. Although he still wanted more,