She only felt layers of clouds rushing towards her, carrying with them overwhelming spiritual energy. She had never felt spiritual energy so abundant before, but at this moment she no longer cared about the spiritual energy.
Layer upon layer of trembling seemed to explode in her soul, and she could only cling tightly to the man in front of her.
The uncontrollable sounds came out in deep and shallow voices, which gave the man greater encouragement, as if he knew no fatigue.
The weather outside the window changed from bright to dark and finally the moon rose.
Her intermittent voice overflowed, "I... I don't want it anymore..."
He kept moving, coaxing, "One last time, baby."
She was too tired to roll her eyes. He had just said the same thing. This was already the last time for many times. Even if he gave her more spiritual energy, she couldn't bear it.
As expected, she still needs to practice the dual cultivation method.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but in the midst of the chaos, she felt that it was finally over and she was no longer able to speak.
He cursed a few words in his heart and fell into a deep sleep.
The satisfied man looked at the little girl who was so tired that she fell asleep and kissed her gently.
Why can't I control myself? I call myself a beast.
He picked up the little girl and took her to the bathroom to clean her. The little girl didn't wake up during the whole process, but she cooperated with him very well.
Put him back on the bed, turn over and continue sleeping.
Ji Qingyan chuckled, covered her with a quilt, and turned up the temperature. He had lowered the temperature during the hot weather just now, but now he had to turn it up higher when sleeping, otherwise he would catch a cold.
After doing all this, he went to clean up the mess.
Finally, he took another shower and fell into a deep sleep holding his little wife.
When he woke up the next day, it was already noon. The little girl beside him was sleeping soundly, dominating him like an octopus.
She placed her arms on his chest and even her legs on him, as if she was holding a treasure.
I'm so dependent on him.
He enjoyed this moment very much, although his arm was a little numb from being rested on her head, he looked at her greedily,
I couldn't help but move when I saw it.
The next second, someone slapped me hard.
She felt something moving in her sleep, disturbing her sleep. Without thinking, she slapped it and continued to sleep.
Ji Qingyan was both angry and amused.
"Murdering your husband."
I gently patted her little butt as a punishment.
She didn't feel it at all, he probably hit the air.
He moved her carefully, got out of bed quietly, and rubbed his numb arms, happy to do it.
He walked out of the room with his phone.
I opened my phone and it was full of messages and calls.
He did not hide the news of his marriage. News spread so quickly in the circle that basically everyone knew about it.
He called the old man back first.
As soon as the call was connected, the old man's angry scolding came, "You still remember to call, I thought you kidnapped someone and disappeared."
"Marriage is such a big thing, and yet I got the news from someone else."
"Is it really over?"
He asked the last question with an uncertain tone. It wasn't because he didn't believe it, but he felt uneasy without his confirmation.
"It's really over."
That’s good, that’s good, he finally felt relieved.
"Bring my granddaughter-in-law back when you have time."
"good."
The old man didn't want to say much to him. It was enough for him to know the result: he had a grandson's wife.
Next, I have to arrange their wedding. I don’t know whether these young people prefer Chinese or Western style.
Young people who follow fashion may prefer Western styles, but their Chinese weddings are more grand.
Otherwise, just hold one.
He was so busy that he had no time to go fishing. He even turned down invitations from his old friends.
Smiling, "I have to arrange a wedding for that brat of mine."
"Yes, it is."
"You must come to the wedding."
"Of course, of course."
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