Qingyi just ignored the commotion in the sect and, with his face still sunk between Ruyan's breasts, carried her into his master's mansion, throwing her on the couch in the main living room.
"What's up, husband? Want to have a little fun?" Ruyan asked as her back sank into the soft couch.
Her hands flowed to her own breasts and squeezed them provocatively, the soft flesh spilling out between her delicate fingers.
"Yes," he sat down next to her, his hands running down her shapely legs, feeling her plump, soft thighs.
"But not now, we have important things to talk about."
"What exactly does the husband want to know?" Ruyan got up, sitting on the couch as she snuggled against Qingyi.
"I plan to cross over to the Nine Peaks Basin soon, as soon as my master reaches the Burning Blood Realm. What do I need to worry about?"
"Hmm... I have no idea!" Ruyan replied after a moment's thought, drawing a weary sigh from Qingyi.
