The door was quickly pushed open, and seeing that Wang Yueryao had also come with Song Xueqi, Yin Hanyan's heart couldn't help but tighten even more.
Seeing Yin Hanyan completely buried under the covers, Song Xueqi couldn't help but ask, "Strangely," "Master, why are you in bed already?"
"Well, the spiritual energy has diminished quite a bit now, and cultivation isn't very effective," Yin Hanyan gritted her teeth inwardly, but her voice still trembled a bit.
At this moment, Ye Fei's head was clamped between her thighs, his nose and mouth facing her eager pussy that was continuously leaking fluids. Although there was no movement, just the hot breath from his breathing blowing on her pussy was already making her uncomfortable.
"Oh," Song Xueqi nodded and asked again, "Master, have you seen Ye Fei? He said he was going for a walk, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye."
