After everything had been sorted out, the sect leader accompanied the king to the royal palace with the rest of the entourage from the Ascending Dragon Sect and the Burning Heart Sect.
All the other's core disciples accompanied the sect leader, but Qingyi and Feiyan had other plans.
Despite having handed over most of his money to Yunfei, Qingyi still kept a considerable amount on him, more than enough to rent one of the most luxurious hotel suites in the capital.
"I'm sorry..." Qingyi spoke as Feiyan settled into his lap.
His hands went down her delicate waist, grasping her huge, heart-shaped buttocks, feeling the voluptuous, succulent skin spilling out between his fingers.
"Mmhn~~ It's... it's okay, husband." She moaned, pulling his face tightly against her huge tits.
"But it doesn't feel okay." Qingyi lifted his face, his piercing black eyes meeting her beautiful brown eyes, hurt and tearful.
"I'm fine, I don't want to cry anymore." She said, putting strength into her voice.
