Night. Xie Qing was preparing to meditate when suddenly the door to his room opened. A shadow crept in and embraced him from behind.
"Yu Yang?" he called out her name in surprise.
"Young master," Yu Yang whispered in his ear, pressing herself against his back. She brought her lips close to his ear and whispered, "I... am ready."
"Hah..."
Xie Qing smiled and his eyes gleamed in the darkness. He could feel Yu Yang's warm skin and her breasts pressing against his back. She was wearing lingerie, he could tell from his experience.
Turning around, Xie Qing grabbed her and pulled her into his embrace. The difference in their heights was such that her head barely reached his shoulders. She leaned against his chest, inhaling his scent and smiling excitedly.
