Dawn was just breaking, and the room that had held a whole night of pleasure had fallen quiet.
Behind the bed curtains, Ye Jingtang leaned against the pillows, still cupping the twin moons in both hands, gently stroking the fair skin.
Xue Baijin's long hair spilled down her back as she lay against Ye Jingtang's chest. After soaring into the clouds several times, her senses had yet to return. She merely buried her face against his shoulder, her eyes closed as she panted softly.
Hua Qingzhi lay on her side farther inside, covering her chest with the thin quilt for modesty. Though she had little fighting strength and could barely take even a little attention, she had stubbornly stayed awake all night, lying beside them as their supervisor.
Now, noticing that this hairless girl had stopped moving again, Hua Qingzhi naturally refused to let it slide. She slapped one of those large, round moons:
Smack~
"Keep going. Aren't you a Martial Saint? Tired already?"
Tormented both mentally and physically, Xue Baijin no longer had the energy to deal with Hua Qingzhi. She lay there without responding.
Hua Qingzhi was awfully kindhearted. Seeing Xue Baijin half-dead, she gently sat up, cupped the moons in both hands, and helped push.
"Hah~ You!"
Xue Baijin shuddered all over, then pushed herself up and pressed the misbehaving Hua Qingzhi down against Ye Jingtang's chest.
"Huh?" Seeing Baijin defy her superior, Hua Qingzhi had intended to scold her, but when she noticed her getting up and dressing, she frowned instead:
"What? You're done playing?"
Xue Baijin drew the curtains closed and dressed with a rustle, offering no response.
It was nearly dawn, and Ye Jingtang could hardly torment Qingzhi any further. He gently patted her back to let her sleep a while, then sat up,