The entire morning, Ye Fei was surrounded by the flattery of the Song family descendants, which made him quite uncomfortable. After lunch, he retreated to Song Xuan's small building to call his won.
Having many won was enjoyable, but it also had its inconveniences. For Ye Fei, after calling each of his won one by one, it was already evening by the ti he finished.
After dinner, Ye Fei and Song Xuan returned to her bedroom. They took a shower together and had a bit of intimate ti before Song Xuan fell asleep early. She had been exhausted from Ye Fei's antics the previous night and the constant chatter with her brothers and nephews throughout the day. Since she hadn't started practicing the Xuan Yin Art yet, she was completely drained.
Looking at Song Xuan sleeping comfortably in his arms, Ye Fei smiled helplessly. It seed he'd have to endure his urges tonight. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, the bedroom door quietly opened, and a small head peeked in—it was his little disciple, Song Ci.
Putting a finger to her lips to signal silence, Song Ci gestured for Ye Fei to co over.
Neither Ye Fei nor Song Xuan was clothed, but since Song Ci had already seen him naked before, Ye Fei didn't bother covering up. He casually wrapped a towel around himself and tiptoed out of the room.
"What's up?" Ye Fei whispered once they were outside.
Song Ci, also dressed in pajamas, grinned mischievously. "Nothing much. I just wanted to observe the 'battle' between you and my aunt. I've never seen a live performance before."
Ye Fei was speechless. This girl was sothing else—she wanted to secretly watch them in action.
"You're out of luck. Your aunt's too tired and already asleep," Ye Fei said, slightly annoyed.
Song Ci glanced down at the towel Ye Fei was wearing, which was tented noticeably and chuckled. "Well, my aunt's being irresponsible. Want to take care of you instead?"
So things were only difficult at the start. For Ye Fei and Song Ci, given their current relationship, this shouldn't have been possible. But after their previous experience, it now felt sowhat natural. Besides, Ye Fei didn't like the feeling of being pent up.
Even if they couldn't go all the way, enjoying her hands and mouth would be a good compromise. So, he smiled and said, "Since you're so filial, I won't stand on ceremony."
Seeing Ye Fei agree, Song Ci's eyes sparkled with triumph. She grabbed Ye Fei's hand and said, "Let's go to my room."
Following Song Ci, Ye Fei entered a room diagonally across the hall. As soon as he stepped in, he caught a familiar scent—one that didn't belong to Song Ci.
The room was decorated in a warm, elegant style, which didn't match the girl's personality at all.
More importantly, Ye Fei's keen hearing picked up the sound of running water from the bathroom. His heart raced because the scent and the room's decor pointed to one exciting fact: this was Yan Ruyu's room.
"What are you up to? Why did you bring to your mom's room?" Ye Fei asked directly, not wanting to beat around the bush.
Seeing that Ye Fei had figured it out, Song Ci didn't hide her intentions. She giggled, "Don't you want to see the beauty of a goddess erging from her bath?"
Ye Fei's heart skipped a beat, not because of her suggestion but because of her smile.
At that mont, Song Ci's grin was filled with an intense allure that even Ye Fei couldn't ignore. He wondered if the girl had inherited her mother's seductive charm but hadn't shown it due to her poor health. If so, that would be extraordinary.
After all, such a rare and unique constitution was sothing that only appeared once in a century. Throughout history, countless beauties have existed, but only a few had their nas immortalized.
Why?
Because beauty alone wasn't enough—it was this innate charm that could spark wars over them.
Seeing Ye Fei remain silent, Song Ci thought he was still considering her offer. She urged, "Master, make up your mind. My mom's about to co out."
Snapped out of his thoughts, Ye Fei felt a mix of amusent and exasperation. He couldn't understand why Song Ci would want him to secretly watch her mother.
What he didn't know was that Song Ci had already decided Ye Fei was the only man worthy of her mother. In her eyes, only soone as powerful as Ye Fei could truly protect and cherish Yan Ruyu, ensuring her happiness and safety from other n's advances.
This was just one of many ways she hoped to make Ye Fei fall for her mother. She was confident that Yan Ruyu's charm, which even she as a girl found irresistible, would work wonders on Ye Fei.
Though Ye Fei still hadn't spoken, Song Ci could tell he was tempted. She quickly pulled him behind a large, freestanding screen with a mirror in the center.
Once they were in place, Ye Fei realized that the mirror on the screen was transparent from the back, allowing them to see the entire room, especially the large bed in the center.
This discovery left Ye Fei puzzled. Judging by Song Ci's familiarity with the setup, it seed she had modified the screen herself. Did she have a habit of secretly watching her mother? What kind of mindset was that?
But there was no ti for Ye Fei to ponder further. The sound of footsteps grew closer, and soon, Yan Ruyu erged from the bathroom, her voluptuous body wrapped in a towel.
At the sa ti, Ye Fei's towel was lifted slightly, and his erect mber was imdiately grasped by Song Ci's soft hand.
Though Yan Ruyu's towel covered her from collarbone to calves, it did nothing to diminish her allure. Without underwear, her full, perky breasts were even more pronounced, creating a high curve under the towel that swayed gently as she walked.
Ye Fei's breathing grew heavier. A fleeting glance yesterday had already overwheld him, and now, with her in full view, he was barely holding it together. His mber swelled even more, to the point where Song Ci's slender hand could barely wrap around it.
Feeling Ye Fei's reaction, Song Ci smiled with satisfaction. As if encouraging him, she began stroking him faster.
Watching the endlessly alluring Yan Ruyu while being tended to by her daughter's hand was a level of stimulation that even surpassed the tis Ye Fei had played with his mother and sister.
Overwheld with desire, Ye Fei's hands instinctively reached for Song Ci, slipping under her pajamas to caress her delicate folds. After all, there wasn't much else on her body worth touching.
Just then, instead of heading to bed as Song Ci had expected, Yan Ruyu slowly walked up to the mirror, making the two behind the screen tense up. Had she noticed them?
Yan Ruyu hadn't. She stopped in front of the mirror and gazed at her reflection, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
After a mont, she suddenly untied her towel, letting it fall silently to the floor, exposing her flawless, sensual body to the mirror.
Ye Fei struggled to control himself but couldn't help letting out a heavy breath. She was perfect! Her fair, smooth skin, her large, perky breasts, her slender waist, her flat, soft stomach, her lush triangle, her long, shapely legs, her delicate feet—all of it, combined with her innate charm, made her the epito of allure.
Aside from being more voluptuous than a young girl, ti had left no trace on her. The only downside was that her legs were tightly closed, preventing Ye Fei from seeing her most enticing area.
If Yan Ruyu clothed was a seductive siren, then now, she was the most tempting goddess of desire. Watching her up close, Ye Fei's heart raced, and his mber throbbed almost painfully, making him want to rush out and pin her down right then and there.
Luckily, Song Ci seed to sense his impulse. Her hand, which had montarily stopped, resud its movents, reminding Ye Fei that now wasn't the ti to act on his urges.
Unaware that her every move was being watched by her daughter and Ye Fei, Yan Ruyu gently raised her right hand and ran it over her chest. Her slender fingers brushed over her small nipples, making them instantly harden as her body trembled slightly.
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