In the courtyard, on the path, Chen An and Shen Qingyi walked side by side.
Seeing that she was expressionless and silent, Chen An couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Cultivator Shen, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No."
Shen Qingyi's voice was calm, but it was a little too calm. It sounded abnormal.
Chen An knew that Shen Qingyi was depressed because she had not been able to do anything just now.
Unfortunately, it was useless to know. She was powerless to resolve this matter.
He could only rely on Shen Qingyi to survive.
Creak—
Shen Qingyi pushed open the door and walked into her room.
Chen An followed her in and hugged her from behind. He wanted to have sex with her and see if he could relieve the pressure in her heart.
However, just as he was about to untie the belt around Shen Qingyi's waist, Shen Qingyi stopped him and said in a depressed tone, "Alchemist Chen, I want to be alone now. Can we do it in a few days?"
