"Hehe." Shen Yu giggled as she cleansed her mouth, and she then put her arms around Zhang Fei's neck. "Husband, your yang qi is as delicious as ever, and I really want to milk it dry."
Zhang Fei smiled before pinching Shen Yu's nose. "What about your mother and other sisters if you drain my yang qi?"
"Aren't you strong? You can even dual-cultivate with them non-stop, so your yang qi will never run out, right?" Zhang Fei responded with a wry smile, and Shen Yu suddenly shifted him to the side before leaning forward on the dressing table. "Husband, I want to do it here in this position, especially since Lin'er told me that it would definitely be more enjoyable than missionary style."
