Qingyi moved carefully, not wanting to wake the two girls nestled in his arms.
He slowly slipped out of their warm embrace, covering their naked bodies with a soft sheet, lingering for a moment to take in their peaceful sleeping faces.
Then he let his Qi flow through the room, sweeping away any trace of the previous night before finally getting dressed.
Now presentable, with every scent of sex erased from the air, he walked to the door.
He turned the doorknob calmly, left the room, and closed the door behind him with a soft click.
Outside, he came face to face with Bai Hu Lie, who wore his usual cheerful smile.
In one hand, he held a massive battleaxe, larger and far heavier than a grown man, its sharp blade catching the hallway light in a cold gleam.
In the other, he carried a twenty-liter barrel of liquor, cradling it with the kind of love a man should only reserve for a woman.
