Mrs. Liu stood at the door, a faint blush on her face that had weathered the marks of ti.
She intended to call the Palace Master and Witch Master down for dinner and was about to knock when she heard the provocative sounds coming from the room, causing her raised hand to stiffen in mid-air.
Listening through the door, Lin Shuqing’s enticing and captivating cries felt like such a stark contrast.
Is this still the gentle, graceful, cool, and noble Palace Master?
"Ah, young people these days are even crazier than we were back then."
She couldn’t help but think of Lin Shuqing’s grandfather, who had already passed away; back then, he was young and strong and really tornted her and her sisters.
...
Inside Lin Shuqing’s bedroom.
At this mont, Lin Shuqing was taken down from the bed, pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window glass on the balcony by Sun Zhe.
"Smack, smack, smack..."
Sun Zhe gritted his teeth and charged fiercely, those two large swellings recklessly swinging and slapping against the gleaming furry door of Lin Shuqing, creating captivating sounds that echoed endlessly.
As the moist petals flipped in and out continuously, diluted milk-like white liquid accumulated outside the door, forming a sharp contrast with the glossy black fur, and every ti Sun Zhe withdrew, he pulled out long strands of white silk.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm..."
Lin Shuqing extended her swan-like snowy neck and felt as if her soul had drifted away, her slender waist bending, snow-white buttocks raised high, eyes slightly rolled back, letting out alluring moans.
She had lost count of the tis today, only knowing she wouldn’t think of Sun Zhe, this hateful man, for the next half-month.
"Shuqing...feeling quite good today, so much white liquid, like being pasted with cream."
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, Witch Master, spare , I really can’t take it anymore!"
Sun Zhe suddenly leaned in, grabbing those two round mounds with force, and pinched them into various shapes, pretending to be fierce, "Now you know how to beg for rcy?"
"Where were you earlier?"
"Today I must make sure this selfish beaker Palace Master rembers!"
"Ah!"
Lin Shuqing suddenly frowned and gasped in pain, subconsciously standing on tiptoe, "You’re hitting , take it easy!"
...
This tornt lasted nearly forty minutes.
It wasn’t until Sun Zhe joyously erupted once that Lin Shuqing ended this session of cultivation filled with pain and extre pleasure.
After dinner, Sun Zhe went upstairs to take a shower, then took the car keys from Lin Shuqing and drove her Audi A6 out, heading directly to Fang Ruoxue’s ho.
Visiting Zhou Yao at Fang Ruoxue’s house was also part of his schedule today!
...
At the entrance of the Fang family villa.
Sun Zhe reached out to ring the doorbell and soon saw Fang Jiayun rushing out in a little skirt.
Fang Jiayun opened the door, showing no pleasant expression to Sun Zhe, and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I’m here to see my uncle, what’s wrong?"
Fang Jiayun said, "We have guests at ho today."
Sun Zhe: "aning I should leave?"
"I didn’t an that... Maybe you should wait so ti..."
Fang Jiayun hesitated.
Sun Zhe, weary of pointless chatter, simply pushed her aside and swaggered into the yard.
"Sun Zhe, you can’t..."
Fang Jiayun hurried after him, trying to stop Sun Zhe.
But she still wasn’t as quick as Sun Zhe.
By the ti she caught up, Sun Zhe had already walked into the living room.
At this mont.
In the living room.
Fang Ruoxue sat elegantly on the sofa, wearing a sophisticated white cheongsam, her long hair tied up, donned in silky high heels as she poured tea for a suit-clad young man.
Her deanor and aura indeed possessed a hint of classical beauty.
Seeing the young man, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but pause.
The young man’s smile instantly froze upon seeing Sun Zhe, inwardly sighing how it truly was a case of nesis eting on a narrow path!
"It’s you?"
"Kid, you dare co here!"
Fang Xing angrily slapped the table and stood up sharply.
Sun Zhe glanced at him defiantly, shrugged, "What, is your face itching again?"
Fang Xing’s breath caught instantly; knowing he wasn’t Sun Zhe’s match, he turned to Fang Ruoxue, "Get soone to take him down!"
But Fang Ruoxue’s face was now extrely unsightly, with hints of fear in her eyes, not hearing Fang Xing’s words at all.
She never expected Sun Zhe could escape from Liu Bingyue’s grasp, let alone co here.
If Sun Zhe told Zhou Yao about that night in the basent... She couldn’t imagine what would happen.
She now wished more than anyone else that Sun Zhe would disappear imdiately!
"Why...why are you here?"
Sun Zhe smiled and said, "Coming to repay your hospitality last ti."
Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxue forced a smile, her face pale, devoid of blood, lacking the elegance and nobility seen earlier in the presence of Fang Xing.
Then Fang Xing asked, "Ruoxue Shijie, do you know this guy too?"
Fang Ruoxue nodded.
Fang Xing’s gaze turned icy, issuing a command, "Get soone to take him down imdiately!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxue’s beautiful eyes trembled, her heart filled with extre helplessness.
She could call many people over right away, but how could they take down Sun Zhe, who is at the Nascent Soul Realm Great Perfection?
Suddenly, she thought of the Great Elder.
The only option now was to stall with Sun Zhe, drag it out until the Great Elder arrived.
Then they would kill Sun Zhe, making him completely disappear from the world!
Sun Zhe had no idea what Fang Ruoxue was plotting, nor was he interested in knowing, and asked, "Where’s Uncle Zhou?"
"He... he’s upstairs."
Sun Zhe said no more, and went straight towards the staircase.
"Stop!"
Fang Xing suddenly rushed to block him, coldly said, "Kid, do you know what place this is..."
"Smack!"
But before he finished, Sun Zhe casually slapped him aside.
"Noisy."
Witnessing this scene, Fang Ruoxue and Fang Jiayun both widened their eyes.
What is Fang Xing’s identity?
This Sun Zhe actually dared to slap him!
Fang Jiayun gritted her teeth, "Sun Zhe, do you know how to spell death?"
Sun Zhe, expressionless, seemingly ignoring Fang Jiayun’s words, walked up and grabbed Fang Xing’s collar, calmly said, "My visit here has nothing to do with you, if you want to get hit, step forward."
Only then did Fang Ruoxue co to her senses, furiously said, "Sun Zhe, stop! Do you know who he is? I think you’re tired of living!"
Sun Zhe turned his head and glanced at Fang Ruoxue, "I know, Qingyao Sect’s Young Master."
"Knowing this and still..."
"Smack!"
Sun Zhe slapped Fang Xing again, "I’m hitting the Qingyao Sect."
"You..."
Fang Ruoxue, infuriated, was heaving with anger.
Sun Zhe, tired of the nonsense, casually pushed Fang Xing aside and proceeded upstairs.
Not long after.
He saw Zhou Yao practicing calligraphy in the study.
"Uncle Zhou, I’m here."
Zhou Yao looked up at him, smiling, "Your temper is quite like your father’s."
Of course, he heard the commotion downstairs earlier.
Sun Zhe sat across from him, said, "The matter you assigned last ti has so progress."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yao’s gaze sharpened, urgently and tensely watching Sun Zhe.
Even though he had already guessed the truth pretty accurately, facing the reality still made him tense.
Because once the truth was revealed, he could no longer have at least a seemingly happy, warm family.
But thinking of the deceased loved ones, siblings, parents, he still chose to face the cruelty.
"Tell ."
...
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