Once Liu Yiru had fallen into a sweet slumber, Ye Fei immediately sat cross-legged.
The cool currents he had absorbed from his mother earlier were of unknown use, but he instinctively felt they held immense significance for him. He decided to refine and assimilate them.
"Bro, I want some too!" came a coquettish plea as a soft, delicate body draped itself over Ye Fei's back.
It was Ye Yunqi, who had been watching the scene unfold and could no longer contain herself.
Seeing that their mother had finally dozed off, she decided to stop pretending to sleep.
Ye Fei, of course, couldn't refuse his devoted sister, but he had important matters to attend to. He smiled and said, "You've had so much to drink; you should go wash up first."
"Then carry me there, just like you carried Mom!"
Ye Yunqi moved from behind to the front, nuzzling into his embrace and playfully stripping off her clothes.
