Shen Yu, utilizing his spirit sense, easily detected the sharp spike of yin energy and the subsequent, wet friction originating from the wardrobe.
He knew Shuying had just succumbed to her climax.
A cold, thoroughly wicked smirk stretched across his handsome features as he looked directly over Wanru's bobbing head toward the wooden slats.
Meeting that piercing, knowing smirk through the narrow gaps, Shuying felt her heart leap into her throat.
The realization that he knew exactly what she was doing did not deter her, instead, it acted as a potent fuel.
Shaking violently, she slipped her trembling, fluid-soaked fingers right back down into her sensitive folds, desperately frictioning herself anew as she watched her daughter serve him.
Shen Yu's focus snapped back down to the girl at his knees.
Sensing the intense, mounting pressure within his lower core, his pupils darkened.
