"You're back? It's good that you're back," Han Yun said, relieved upon seeing Yang Feilong return, as she had been worried.
"En," Yang Feilong smiled. Seeing Han Yun gave him a sense of peace. Han Yun was a woman who understood warmth and cold, and seeing her helped alleviate the discomfort in his heart from the killing he had done.
"You look very tired. Lie down, and I'll give you a massage," Han Yun said gently.
She knew what Yang Feilong had been doing because he hadn't kept it from her.
"You know how to massage?" Yang Feilong asked with a smile as Han Yun helped him take off his jacket.
"Brother, don't underestimate me. Mo Yihan really likes my massage skills," Han Yun said proudly.
"Perhaps she just wanted you to give her a massage, so she flattered you on purpose!" Yang Feilong teased with a laugh.
Han Yun: "..."
"I didn't think of it until you said it. Now that you mention it, I feel like that woman must have had that idea! I'm going to find her and settle this tomorrow," Han Yun said indignantly.
"Uh, what she said might also be true!" Yang Feilong chuckled nervously, sensing that the two women might be about to quarrel again.
"Let's not worry about her for now. I'll give you a massage today, and you can feel it." Han Yun saw that Yang Feilong wasn't in good spirits and didn't want to talk about unhappy things.
"I'll take a bath first, then get a massage!" Yang Feilong said with a smile.
After all, he had killed tonight. Although he wasn't stained with blood, he felt uncomfortable without washing.
"I'll go run the bath for you," Han Yun said. She had intended to have Yang Feilong shower first, but seeing his fatigue, she thought they could skip that step and let him relax with her massage.
After the bath was ready,
With Han Yun's assistance, Yang Feilong removed his innerwear and trousers. He then lay down directly in the bathtub, which was just large enough to hold one person, and watched Han Yun busily preparing towels and other things for him.
"Aren't you going to wash with me?" Yang Feilong asked Han Yun with a smile.
"I've already washed," Han Yun blushed. Although she had been intimate with Yang Feilong before, it had been a while. She had already flushed with embarrassment while helping him undress, so how could she dare to shower with him? Besides, this scoundrel might cause trouble in the bathroom during the shower.
"Shall I help you apply body wash!" Seeing Yang Feilong's slightly disappointed gaze, she bit her seductive red lips and said.
"Okay!" Yang Feilong nodded.
Not long after, Han Yun, wearing a light undergarment, and Yang Feilong, who didn't tease her, quietly watched her busy herself on him. At this moment, Han Yun was incredibly devoted, which made Yang Feilong feel very comforted. When a man is tired from being out, doesn't he just want a woman at home who can care for him tenderly?
After the bath.
Yang Feilong lay naked on the bed, and Han Yun, wearing a light undergarment, straddled him and began to massage him.
"Does it feel good?" Han Yun couldn't help but ask.
She had been very confident before, but after Yang Feilong's teasing, she suddenly felt insecure.
"It feels really good. I can confirm that Mo Yihan probably wasn't flattering you on purpose," Yang Feilong sighed.
He could massage himself, of course, but he couldn't enjoy his own massage. However, he could enjoy the pleasure of Han Yun's massage. The intoxicating, refreshing fragrance that wafted from her occasionally, the perfectly elastic, round, and firm buttocks that sat on him, and the gentle kneading of her tender hands, which were smooth despite her martial arts training, all made Yang Feilong feel relaxed in both body and mind.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Feilong suddenly flipped over and pinned Han Yun beneath him.
"Ah, Feilong..." Han Yun exclaimed, her beautiful face flushed red. Her eyes darted away as she looked at Yang Feilong, asking, "Aren't you going to let me massage anymore?"
"You want it, don't you?" Yang Feilong chuckled.
"Of course not," Han Yun said insincerely.
"You say not, but you've already made my clothes wet," Yang Feilong said with a half-smile.
"Shameless," Han Yun cursed softly, hearing Yang Feilong's teasing words.
But the next moment, she couldn't speak, because Yang Feilong had sealed her lips. Not only did Han Yun want it, but Yang Feilong did too. After a long time, although he had released a lot of vital energy, whether it was with his sister Yang Qingqing or Li Yufei, for one reason or another, he hadn't truly had his way.
He had also been holding back.
Han Yun, having experienced the forbidden fruit for the first time last time, had been deprived of nourishment for such a long time and was also yearning for both physical and emotional fulfillment.
At this moment, there were no more unnecessary words between them, as they both wished they could consume each other.
...
Throughout the night, Yang Feilong and Han Yun engaged in dual cultivation seven or eight times until the sun was high in the sky before they got out of bed.
No one disturbed them.
Firstly, the Han family was busy acquiring the Lin family's assets. Secondly, they were a couple together, and disturbing them would be looking for trouble.
The Han family members were all very satisfied with Yang Feilong!
After all, Yang Feilong was incredibly outstanding.
Of course, those who didn't know Yang Feilong's true capabilities wouldn't dare to have any negative thoughts about him because the family's high-ranking members had repeatedly emphasized that Yang Feilong should be treated like their young master, no, even more importantly, like the patriarch. This wasn't just the statement of one high-ranking member, but all of them.
At this point, anyone who was foolish enough to cause trouble or have ill intentions towards Yang Feilong would be overestimating their abilities. The family had their own people to deal with them!
"My little darling, are you reluctant to get up?" Yang Feilong said with a light smile, looking at Han Yun, who was awake but still lying in his arms, unwilling to open her eyes.
"You've finally spent time with me once, so I naturally have to drain you dry," Han Yun said with a blush, her voice fierce.
"Drain me dry?" Yang Feilong blinked. "Are you serious? Don't forget who was begging for mercy last night!"
"You're so bad! Say that again!" Han Yun playfully pinched Yang Feilong's body in annoyance.
"Ouch, you're so cruel!" Yang Feilong gasped.
"Does it hurt?" Han Yun immediately let go and looked at the place she had pinched. There wasn't even a mark. Seeing Yang Feilong's mischievous smile, she became angry and said, "Alright, you tricked me again!"
Yang Feilong directly kissed the pouting Han Yun.
Alright, Han Yun immediately stopped struggling, and soon, the sounds of passionate moans filled the room again.
"No more, you cruel person, spare me!" Han Yun pleaded.
Although Han Yun had been longing for a long time, Yang Feilong had also been holding back for a long time. In this state, it was a matter of who was stronger. The facts proved that Yang Feilong had so many women for a reason.
"He's a monster!" Han Yun thought resentfully when she thought of Yang Feilong.
Of course, despite her resentment, she felt more happiness as a woman. Nothing was more important than being satisfied!