His mouth was shamelessly kissing all over Ye Qingci's body.
Ye Qingci was tickled into breathless laughter and pushed him hard, "Jian Shichu, that's enough!"
"How could it be enough?" Jian Shichu peeled off her clothes, "This is just the appetizer. The main course, dessert, and soup are still to come!"
Casting aside those odds and ends, Seventh Master Jian held his beloved wife in his arms, indulging in his sumptuous and luxurious feast.
The next day, Ye Qingci personally stewed some bone soup and went with Jian Shichu to the hospital to visit Meng Suizhou.
Of course, the bone soup wasn't just for Meng Suizhou—it was a large pot that continued to simmer, so that she could enjoy it later with Jian Shichu and Qingyang.
She certainly didn't want the ever-jealous Seventh Master to use jealousy as an excuse to torment her fiercely again.
