The ending left the old Taoist speechless.
He said to them, "Take a rest for an hour, and Yiling, make sure they're properly supervised."
"Yes, Master!" Yiling watched as her master stood up and left.
But what about Lin Zhenghui and Zi Ruo?
The two of them clung tightly to each other to prevent Zi Ruo from fighting back.
It wasn't until the old Taoist had left that Lin Zhenghui's piggy hands began to knead her Immortal Peaks, almost slipping into the Immortal Valley just beneath her abdomen.
"You little rascal, you hurt me," Zi Ruo lifted her clothes to check.
Her originally snow-white, jade-like Immortal Peaks now bore a red fist mark, the bruising visible beneath the snow-white skin.
"Let me lick it better for you," Lin Zhenghui gently licked the area as he held her up.
"Hmph, it's all your fault, this injury will take two days to heal," Zi Ruo watched as Lin Zhenghui opened his mouth and took her red plum blossoms on her Immortal Peak.
