Qingyi watched the tight, affectionate embrace between the three women, a serene smile forming on his lips.
Truth be told, he was a man of simple desires.
Like a black dragon, he enjoyed sex and crushing his enemies underfoot.
But above all, he enjoyed seeing his women happy.
The connection he shared with Ruxue allowed him to feel some level of the emotions that coursed through her chest, and at that moment, her happiness overflowed with such intensity that it seemed to infect the very air around her.
"DADDA!"
A sweet, adorable little squeal echoed through the courtyard, practically commanding Qingyi to tear his attention away from the women and turn his gaze toward the owner of that shrill little voice.
Lingxi was babbling adorably, wriggling in her mother's arms and stretching her little arms toward him, her chubby fingers opening and closing in the air in a silent but insistent plea.
