"We'll keep a tally of this for now. When that guy gets back, we'll have to..."
"Have to what?"
A familiar voice, gentle, calm, and magnetic, rang out.
Then, a faint figure materialized, transforming into a handsome young man in magnificent purple robes. His posture was as graceful as a dragon or phoenix, and his eyes held a smile as he gazed at them.
"Husband..."
Ling Qiyue's beautiful eyes widened, and she stood up, a mixture of shock and delight on her face.
The stunningly beautiful Tang Qiu Yao moved even faster. Her voluptuous body flashed forward, her lithe, jade-like arms opening wide and pulling him into her ample, magnificent bosom.
A familiar, faint fragrance washed over him, and Ling Changqing couldn't help but hug her tightly, holding her tenderly for a long moment.
"Alright, Senior Sister is still watching..."
