Just then, a fragrant breeze wafted by, carrying Luo Qingxuan's cool, melodious voice.
"Are you finally free, my dear husband? Excellent! Then you can give me all your attention tonight, can't you?"
In the next instant, a magnificent, ample bosom rushed toward him, burying his face in its deep, soft, pale ravine.
"…"
Ling Changqing's expression stiffened. It only took him a moment to realize this must be Ling Qiyue's handiwork.
"…Qi Yue, did you really have to go this far?"
He turned his head to look at the poised, dignified, and elegant Ling Qiyue and spoke with a sigh of resignation.
'Seriously… So I got the upper hand once in the bedroom, and now you have to call everyone over to help you get even? You hold way too much of a grudge, don't you?'
"It's nothing! I just saw how hard you were working, my dear husband, Opening the Furnace and Refining Pills day and night. So I called the sisters over to reward you properly tonight!"
