Di Tousen lay beside Ling Yun, her head nestled on his chest, and a satisfied smile blossomed across her tired face, uncaring for her sweat-drenched body. "Husband."
"Yes?" Ling Yun looked down at Di Tousen, smiling. "Are you satisfied?"
As her hand stroked Ling Yun's dick, Di Tousen looked at him. "Are there any women who are dissatisfied after having sex with you? Even though we've done it countless times over the past few years, you always make me feel like a virgin forever, as it always fills my body."
"Haha." Ling Yun laughed at that. "I guess I'm not the only one fortunate enough to be the successor of the old dragon; all of you are also fortunate because you can enjoy my dick every day."
Di Tousen did not refute Ling Yun. "Was it already this big before you met Ling Xi?"
"No." Ling Yun imparted some of his memories to Di Tousen, especially his memories of when he was not yet a cultivator. "You can see them yourself."
