Jinhuan Pavilion.
Bu Yuehua lay on the large, round, scarlet bed, listening closely to the distant bedroom. Feeling the warmth of a man's embrace surface around her again, she could not help looking puzzled.
Lin Wanyi, meanwhile, wore gold-rimmed glasses and leaned primly against the headboard. Seeing her master lying on her side listening, she could not resist raising a hand and smacking the fullness below her waist:
"Why don't we go back? What kind of behavior is this, listening at the wall?"
Bu Yuehua was not listening at the wall. She was looking for an opportunity to drag that Flirtatious Daoist Nun into the water, so the woman would not keep teasing her about sharing him with her disciple. Having waited a good while and feeling the moment was ripe, she rolled over and sat up:
"Come on. Let's go take a look."
"Huh?"
Lin Wanyi froze and pushed up her little glasses:
"Isn't that inappropriate? Sect Leader Nangong looks rather fierce, and she doesn't really know me-"
"It's fine. I know her, and that's enough. If you can't even keep one little sister in line, how will you be the senior wife?"
"Um..."
"Come on, come on. You won't have to say anything. Just mock her with your eyes."
"Huh?" Lin Wanyi was a little afraid to join the battle. "Isn't that inappropriate? What if Sect Leader Nangong hits me?"
"What are you afraid of with me here? Come on, come on-"
Lin Wanyi did not quite dare, but her master lived up to her name as the Witch Cult Demoness and simply pulled her outside. She could only smooth the hair beside her ear and follow in small, quick steps, glancing around from time to time to see whether any outsiders noticed.
As they reached the bedroom