Time pushed back a little.
Yang Feilong and Luo Yujiao returned to the room in an embrace, and then began their foreplay. Halfway through.
"Husband, I want to take a shower," Luo Yujiao suddenly said.
"You're showering now?" Yang Feilong was speechless. Anyone else, halfway through, would be resentful and unhappy. And given Luo Yujiao's personality, she never refused. Why was she suddenly doing this?
"I forgot to shower earlier. After all, so much happened today, I feel too dirty to be comfortable, okay? Husband?" Luo Yujiao said coaxingly.
She rarely acted this way.
Yang Feilong, though a bit flustered, still agreed. What else could he do?
"Alright, go ahead!" Yang Feilong said helplessly.
"Husband, you're so good!" Luo Yujiao gave him a kiss.
Then, she casually put on a nightgown and walked out.
"There's a bathroom in the room, why are you going out?" Yang Feilong said speechlessly.
"I'm afraid you'll barge in halfway through, hehe." Luo Yujiao gave Yang Feilong a flirtatious look.
"..." Yang Feilong touched his nose. "Am I that lustful?"
"What do you think?" Luo Yujiao rolled her eyes.
Then she walked out.
Alright, Yang Feilong did have that thought just now. He let Luo Yujiao go to the other bathroom.
He looked down and sighed, "Brother, calm down. I won't disappoint you later."
Then, not long, but not too short.
Creak, the door opened.
Yang Feilong's heart leaped with joy. So fast. He looked up and saw a slender woman in sheer gauze, her face filled with shyness, appearing before him.
"Yi Mo, why... why are you here?" Yang Feilong felt a rush of heat, then as if doused with a basin of cold water, his heart filled with helplessness.
"I, I..." Lou Yimo's face turned red, feeling the urge to flee.
Although she had prepared herself mentally, she had never experienced such a thing.
Yang Feilong sighed inwardly. Although he was shocked at first, he quickly understood the cause and effect, and also understood why Luo Yujiao had left halfway before. It turned out she was creating an opportunity for Lou Yimo.
Yang Feilong didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Luo Yujiao's good intentions.
Lou Yimo's appearance here also showed her attitude.
Although she was reserved, uneasy, and nervous, her feelings were revealed at this moment. Could he refuse?
It wasn't easy to refuse. Firstly, Lou Yimo had thrown caution to the wind and used such a method that was almost seductive. If he refused, it was hard to guarantee she wouldn't collapse internally and do something foolish. Moreover, in his current state, he wouldn't be able to refuse very firmly.
If he didn't refuse, how could he face his master in the future!
His master had asked him to find a woman, but certainly not so many. And the more women he had, the less confident he would be facing his master. She was such a perfect woman.
Seeing Yang Feilong's long silence, a desolate smile appeared on Lou Yimo's face.
"I'm sorry, I understand," Lou Yimo said with a pale face.
Then, she prepared to turn and leave. At this moment, her heart felt hollow, as if she were a walking corpse.
Hearing Lou Yimo's words, Yang Feilong snapped out of his reverie. Seeing Lou Yimo's despairing, lifeless expression, his heart ached inexplicably. His figure flashed, and the next moment, he blocked Lou Yimo.
"You?" Seeing Yang Feilong blocking her path, his face filled with pity, a glimmer of hope flashed in Lou Yimo's eyes.
It was like a light of hope.
"Do you think this is worth it?" Yang Feilong looked at Lou Yimo helplessly and asked, "My love is not whole!"
"As long as I can be with you, it's worth it," Lou Yimo looked at Yang Feilong with her beautiful large eyes, her gaze filled with a crazy affection, as if to say that if he didn't agree, her life might be meaningless.
"I don't care how many women you have by your side, as long as I have a small place, and you don't abandon me."
When she said "small place," she gestured with her finger, very small, looking very humble and pathetic.
As the saying goes, the hardest to bear is the kindness of a beauty!
Although Yang Feilong was a decisive person, in matters of the heart, he had always been sensitive, sentimental, and indecisive. Therefore, seeing Lou Yimo like this, Yang Feilong could not bring himself to say anything cold and heartless. Thus, he gently embraced her.
Her body was soft and sensitive. Held in Yang Feilong's arms, her face was beaming with a happy smile. Her most desired thing had happened. She was happy, joyful, and felt like the happiest woman in the world.
When Yang Feilong kissed her, she responded clumsily.
Yang Feilong carried her into the room. The sheer gauze fell, casting an extraordinary glow in the dim light.
...
The moon blushed and secretly hid behind the clouds.
In the adjacent room, Luo Yujiao, after her bath, lay on the bed where Lou Yimo had been lying, a smile on her face.
Was there any disappointment?
No, she was a very content woman.
She knew that she alone could not satisfy Yang Feilong. Moreover, she felt that she was not worthy of Yang Feilong. Therefore, she was willing to help her man find more women. This made her feel very happy, because her happiness was Yang Feilong's happiness.
No one knew the significance of Yang Feilong in her heart.
Without Yang Feilong, she would have died, and died twice.
It was Yang Feilong who healed her illness, healed her wounds, and saved her desperately when she was on the verge of death.
She was willing to be the woman behind him, even without a title, she would have no complaints.
It was Yang Feilong who gave her a new life and made her feel the joy of being a woman.
The most important reason she found other women for Yang Feilong, she had also told Lou Yimo, was that her man Yang Feilong was too outstanding. So outstanding that she felt as insignificant as a blade of grass. Since that was the case, it was better to let him have more women.
This way, he wouldn't be so perfect, and thus, more real.
Although Luo Yujiao had a gentle personality, her inner thoughts were many.
She wouldn't be jealous. If she were jealous, she wouldn't have found other women for Yang Feilong or actively created opportunities for them.
She only hoped that if Yang Feilong had too many women one day, he wouldn't abandon her. Of course, if he did abandon her, she wouldn't hold any grudges.
Because she only wished him happiness and a good life, and she would be content!
Time passed, she didn't know how long. She hadn't slept, because as a cultivator, she could go two or three days without sleep. Suddenly, she felt the bed move: "You, why are you here?"
Yes, Yang Feilong had come to the bed in this room.