Just like that, the battle between Qin Qi and Ling Feixue ranged from the bedroom, to the bathroom, and finally to the living room.
The battle went on for several hours, and only when Ling Feixue reached her peak repeatedly did it come to an end.
Time passed until the afternoon arrived.
Qin Qi lay on the bed, while Ling Feixue, with a flushed face full of happiness, was cheerfully doing the final clean-up between Qin Qi's legs.
Seeing Qin Qi quickly regain his vigorous spirit.
Ling Feixue's charming face flushed red, but she soon shyly said, "Master, let's end it here today. We've done it too many times, and I'm afraid your body won't handle it again!"
Qin Qi grinned, "What, worried about your master?"
Ling Feixue, bashful and shy, nestled against Qin Qi's chest, patting him lightly, complaining, "Isn't it natural that I'm worried about master? Master's yang energy is clearly not as strong as before!"
Qin Qi raised the corners of his mouth.
