Lin Changheng felt exceptionally refreshed and invigorated when he emerged from Yan Mingyi's boudoir.
The satisfaction from his advancing Cultivation added to this feeling, making him comfortable to the extreme.
"Not going to rest a little longer?"
Lin Changheng had just sat down in the courtyard and was about to pour himself a pot of tea when he saw Yan Mingyi walk out. She was fully dressed, but her face still had a rosy flush, making her look incredibly lovely and well-nourished. Her legs seemed to move a little unnaturally.
"After all these years, I've been through hundreds of battles, you could say. I've long since been trained and honed by Brother Lin."
Yan Mingyi gave a flirtatious smile, surprisingly making a bedroom joke.
"Brother Lin, let me."
The Female Cultivator gently took the teapot Lin Changheng had just lifted and poured for him.
"Oh, you..."
