"You don’t need to be afraid," Xi Yao explained. "This is a unique symbol of the Xuantian Jade Maiden Technique called the Jade Maiden Tree. When this tree becos lush and leafy, it will an you’ve cultivated to the Mahayana Realm."
"So that’s how it is!" Luo Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thank you, Xi Yao. I will definitely cultivate diligently and strive to break through to the Mahayana Realm as soon as possible."
"Hey, don’t be so formal. We’re good friends," Xi Yao said, patting Luo Qingcheng’s head like a doting older sister. Then, she turned to Chen Xiaobei and urged, "Hey, since Qingcheng is staying with tonight, you should head out. I can also use this ti to have her teach how to use a cellphone."
"Xiaobei, since that’s the case, you should go back by yourself," Luo Qingcheng said, starting to shoo him away.
It couldn’t be helped. The most important rule of the Xuantian Jade Maiden Technique was that she couldn’t have sex with a man before reaching the Mahayana Realm. And tonight, it just so happened that no one was at Chen Xiaobei’s house. Luo Qingcheng knew his personality all too well. Even if they couldn’t have sex, he would absolutely refuse to keep his hands to himself. She had no desire to experience that frustrating feeling of being left high and dry again.
Besides, Murong Xiaoyi lived nearby. Who knew if she would suddenly show up in the middle of the night and try to sneak into her cousin’s bed? The very thought of it drove Luo Qingcheng crazy. So, she decided that from now on, whenever she was in Shanhe Village, she would stay with Xi Yao. For one, she could listen to Xi Yao talk about the Demon Realm. For another, she could avoid Chen Xiaobei and Murong Xiaoyi. Strictly speaking, those two are both perverts. It’s best to keep them at arm’s length.
This was tough on Chen Xiaobei, however. He was practically in the sa boat as Li Maowen, having evolved to a state where life was joyless without sex. Not being able to get laid was more agonizing to him than death.
After leaving Xi Yao’s place, Chen Xiaobei planned to find Qiu Xingcai and have her spend the night. Unexpectedly, she had already returned to Songshan to procure materials and wouldn’t be back until noon the next day at the earliest.
As for Murong Xiaoyi, forget it! Although a little coercion could probably get her to help him out, there’s no joy in forcing it, and he always felt like sothing was missing.
After a few twists and turns, Wang ifen’s grocery store ca into view. The bright lights were still on. Maybe Wang ifen is sitting inside playing with a sex doll again, just like last ti.
Strictly speaking, Wang ifen had been the one to initiate him into the world of sex. Even though she was just a young village wife, she held a special place in his heart. It was just that he had been too busy lately and had gradually neglected her. It wasn’t just Wang ifen; he hadn’t had ti to visit his other "fringe" won like Zhao Caixia and Yang Yun recently, either. And those won were obedient, never taking the initiative to look for him.
The thought made Chen Xiaobei feel a pang of guilt. He decided that once this busy period was over, he would get Zhao Caixia and Yang Yun together for a good, thorough fucking. It’s natural for people to aim higher, but Chen Xiaobei could never do sothing as scummy as abandoning his won.
Soon, Chen Xiaobei arrived at Wang ifen’s doorstep. Before he could even enter, a black Range Rover caught his eye.
Isn’t that Zhao Caixia’s car? Fuck, did that woman co looking for Sister Wang? They’re not going to fight, are they?
Startled, Chen Xiaobei hastily pushed the door open and rushed inside. But the mont he barged in, he froze.
The scene he had imagined wasn’t happening at all. Instead, Wang ifen, Zhao Caixia, and Yang Yun were gathered around the kang table, playing a ga of Fight the Landlord. The atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.
Zhao Caixia was the "landlord" this round, and her hand was absolutely stacked. The woman, still in her incredibly short shorts, sat cross-legged on the kang and hollered, "A trio of Queens and a trio of Kings with two pairs? No takers? Fine, a pair of twos!"
"Still no takers? Then I’m out! Jokers high and low, and four 10s! That’s a grand slam!"
"Hahaha! Shuffle up, let’s go again!"
Watching the excited Zhao Caixia, Yang Yun wore a helpless expression. "Sister Xia, your hands are too good," she whined sweetly. "I don’t want to play anymore, I don’t want to play! This is no fun at all."
"Yeah! You always win. Yunyun’s cards and mine are terrible!" Wang ifen chid in from the side.
"If you ask , it’s not that your cards are bad. Your hearts just aren’t in the ga, are they?" Zhao Caixia pushed the deck aside, looking at Yang Yun with a teasing smirk. "Yunyun, be honest with your big sis. You’re dying to get laid, aren’t you? If you are, then call Brother Bei. I heard he ca back today, right?"
"You call him! I’m not doing it!" Yang Yun’s pretty face flushed with annoyance. She sighed. "Sigh... Sister Xia, I keep getting this feeling... Do you think our husband doesn’t want us anymore? He has so many outstanding won around him now. Luo Qingcheng, Qiu Xingcai... which one of them isn’t a better catch than we are? It seems like he’s abandoned us for sure. Otherwise, why hasn’t he co to see us in so many days?"
As she spoke, her eyes began to redden, and she looked terribly hurt.
Wang ifen, on the other hand, was more philosophical about it and patted Yang Yun’s shoulder comfortingly.
Zhao Caixia, ever the straightforward one, scratched her head. "Yunyun, don’t talk nonsense. Brother Bei isn’t that kind of person. I think he’s just busy. Besides, he’s only got one dick, but there are a lot of holes that need his poking, aren’t there? So we just have to be understanding! Sooner or later, Brother Bei will co and fuck us!"
Holy shit!
Chen Xiaobei, who had just walked in, never expected Zhao Caixia to say sothing so outrageously bold. He was so shocked his legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed.
"Brother Bei?"
"Xiaobei!"
"Husband!"
It was a classic case of three won making a scene. All three wore identical expressions of pure disbelief. Yang Yun even rubbed her eyes with a dorky cuteness, really hamming it up.
Zhao Caixia, however, was not one for theatrics. She darted forward in a single bound and imdiately dropped to her knees before Chen Xiaobei with a thud. Her face was practically pressed against his crotch as she cried excitedly, "Brother Bei! Sob, sob... I’ve missed you to death! A single day without you fucking is torture, and it’s been almost a week! Daddy, let your little slave serve you properly!"
In an instant, Zhao Caixia had switched into her submissive mode, her hands reaching for Chen Xiaobei’s belt.
That lewdly eager display left Wang ifen and Yang Yun, who were watching from behind, completely dumbfounded. This was especially true for Wang ifen. Her pretty face flushed with sha, and she was so embarrassed she wished the ground would swallow her whole. But she was also itching like crazy down there, so there was no way she was going to turn around and leave. She didn’t dare throw herself at Chen Xiaobei, however. All she could do was watch eagerly as Zhao Caixia unbuckled his belt.
Chen Xiaobei, however, pushed Zhao Caixia away. "For fuck’s sake," he said, exasperated. "Are you serious? Even if you’re that thirsty, at least wait a second. Let get all the way into the house first."
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