"Unless jade is carved, it cannot become a fine vessel; unless a person studies, they cannot understand the Way-"
The sun rose in the east, and the childish sound of recitation drifted through the window from afar, reaching the bed curtains.
A lingering fragrance remained within the curtains. Xie Jinhuan lay on his pillow as though a truck had run him over, sprawled out and still fast asleep, with no idea how much time had passed.
His condition was not because Milk Melons was too powerful, but because he had given old Kongkong a savage beating yesterday without performing a blood sacrifice to cultivate afterward.
For him, that meant only spending without replenishing, so his qi and blood were bound to be depleted. Milk Melons, eager to bear a son soon, had also worked very hard. A female martial artist herself, she had transformed into a tireless Hehuan Sect immortal maiden as soon as she adjusted, pleasuring him into utter collapse-
Hearing the recitation outside, Xie Jinhuan slowly woke. He reached out to embrace the person beside him, leaned close in a daze, and teased, "Wifey?"
"Drop the '-ey.'"
"Wife-hmm?"
At that condescending Mature Woman's Voice, Xie Jinhuan immediately woke a little more. He opened his eyes to find the bed neatly tidied. The woman in his arms was not Sister Ye, but his Ghost Wife in her Red Gauze Skirt, her breathtaking face regarding him without warmth or anger.
?
Xie Jinhuan froze. He had not embraced the wrong person, anyway, so he rolled over onto her and asked in confusion, "When did Milk Melons leave? I didn't even notice."
Ye Hongshang raised her chin to keep Xie Jinhuan from kissing her indiscriminately. "You were exhausted flat out. How could you notice? Speaking of which, you still haven't honored