In the cave, since Yang Que and Xiao Ling left, Zhou Meiqi has been preparing to practice, but she has been unable to calm down.

After trying many times, I was still unsteady.

She sighed in her heart, no longer forced herself, hugged her knees with her hands, sat on the stone bed, and stared blankly.

The sky became darker and darker, and the ripples in her heart that were caused by Yang Que were waving more and more violently. Gradually, they were rising and falling one after another, like waves, uncontrollable.

In my mind, the unforgettable scenes in the prison cell that day appeared clearly.

The skin is entangled, warm and lingering, and the whispering is gentle, and the taste is ecstasy, like climbing into the sky...

"Um……"

Gradually, her breathing became rapid, her eyes became more and more blurred, and the scene in her mind became more and more intense.

A sudden heat suddenly surged from her body, flowing all over her body. Her cheeks were hot, intoxicated and devoted, as if she was immersed in the scene, with her slender hands slowly stretched into her red skirt along her slender thighs...

"ah--"

Suddenly, she bit her lip and let out a slightly hoarse moan. Her delicate and charming cheeks were raised high, and her dark and thick eyelashes were trembling slightly.

She closed her eyes, her legs tightly, her trembling slightly, her slender jade fingers sank into her skirt, shaking continuously...

In the cave, a strange fragrance gradually spread out with depression and ecstasy moans.

The night passes soon.

When Chaoyang slowly poked his head out of the horizon, a trace of satisfaction appeared on her cheeks, but under her red skirt, she was already wet...

...

At the gathering pool, Yang Que and Xiao Ling were busy all night and found nothing.

Seeing that it was already dawn, Yang Que asked her to leave first, and he sat by the pond alone, waiting silently.

Although Xiao Ling was puzzled and didn't know what he was looking for, he didn't ask much, left happily and ran up the mountain.

"If I hadn't heard it wrong yesterday, that breath must be...I'll wait for a few more days and it should appear." Seeing Xiao Ling leave, Yang Que's eyes were complicated and he murmured to himself.

The bright sunshine shone on his body, and he sat by the pond, like a stone sculpture, motionless.

On the peak, as soon as Xiao Ling entered the cave, he shouted to Zhou Meiqi happily: "Miss, I slept with Elder Yang last night. It didn't hurt at all, it was very comfortable. Look at me, I'm jumping around."

Zhou Meiqi was stunned, and a look of surprise appeared on her rosy cheeks: "Have he left?"

Xiao Ling shook his head: "No, he is still sitting in Lingtan. Miss, do you want me to call him up?"

"No need." A panic flashed in Zhou Meiqi's eyes, she refused directly, and her body moved unnaturally, saying, "Xiao Ling, please help me get a bucket of warm water, I want to take a shower."

"Take a bath?" Xiao Ling looked puzzled, "Miss, didn't you just wash it a few days ago? You are a cultivator, do you need to wash it so diligently?"

Zhou Meiqi's ears turned red and she glanced at her: "I'm talking nonsense, I'll tell you to go quickly, are you going quickly, are you trying to call me again?"

"Yes, Miss, then I'll go." Xiao Ling quickly turned around and ran out.

Zhou Meiqi felt a little relieved, and she reached out to touch her skirt. She was wet and sticky, making her face flushed with shame.

Soon, Xiao Ling held a huge wooden barrel and put it into the cave, filled with water from the hot spring, which was clear and energetic.

She is also a cultivator, and it is naturally no problem to have a bucket of water.

"Miss, do you want me to wash with you?" Xiao Ling said.

Zhou Meiqi sat on the stone bed, dared not get up, and said calmly: "No, you go out first, I'll just wash it alone."

"Miss, how can that work? Come quickly and I'll help you wash it." Xiao Ling refused to leave.

Zhou Meiqi was secretly anxious, thought for a while, and said, "Xiao Ling, I want to practice in the water and can't stand it, so you should go out quickly."

"Oh, then you practice." Xiao Ling turned around and left.

Zhou Meiqi breathed a sigh of relief, got out of bed quickly, closed the hole door, took off her wet dress, hung it beside the wooden barrel, then raised her snow-white jade feet and entered the barrel.

"Wash your body first, and then put the skirt in the storage bag later, so that the girl would not be able to see a joke."

While washing her body, Zhou Meiqi thought to herself.

Under the peak, by the pool of spirit pool.

"Elder Yang, my lady asked you to go up." Xiao Ling ran over and said panting.

Yang Que's eyes moved and said, "Has she figured it out?"

Xiaoling nodded and said, "I think it should be."

Yang Que was slightly happy. Zhou Meiqi's cultivation level was much higher than Xiao Ling. If she could sleep with her, the effect would definitely be better.

"Then let's go."

Yang Que followed her and soon arrived in front of the cave.

A hint of joy flashed in Xiao Ling's eyes, he took out a door sign, and a spell was recited, and the hole door opened directly.

"Get in!" She didn't dare to hesitate, pushed Yang Que in, then quickly closed the hole door, stood outside, and smiled sly: "Miss, since you are thinking of him in your heart, I, Xiao Ling, will give you this opportunity to make you secretly happy."

As soon as Yang Quefang entered the hole, Zhou Meiqi immediately noticed that her face changed slightly, and she quickly sank all her body into the water, and said ashamed: "Yang Que, why are you in?"

Yang Que was stunned: "Didn't you let me come? Xiao Ling said."

"Xiao Ling!" Zhou Meiqi frowned slightly when she heard this, and said anxiously, "She lied to you, so I didn't ask you to come in."

"Oh." Yang Que looked at her, but did not leave. He walked to the wooden barrel and said, "Junior Sister Zhou, I apologize for yesterday's words, but I really need women to practice, and I hope you can fulfill it."

"I don't."

Zhou Meiqi raised her rosy cheeks, her beautiful eyes rippled like water. Under the misty heat, a few black hairs were wet against her wet lips, making her look even more charming.

Yang Queyiyidao, reached out and picked up her red skirt hanging by the bucket, sniffed it gently, and said, "It smells so good."

Suddenly, he felt something strange in his hand. He looked down and saw that somewhere in his red skirt was wet. He touched it, sticky and slippery, put it under his nose and sniffed it, as if...

"Ah! What are you doing?" Zhou Meiqi exclaimed, and immediately reacted, her face flushed, and she wanted to reach out to grab it, but she didn't dare to get up.

"This is……"

Yang Que looked at the sticky liquid at his fingertips, his expression was strange and a little unbelievable.

Zhou Meiqi was ashamed of shame, wishing she could lower her head and go straight into the bottom of the wooden barrel. Her cheeks were hot, and she stretched out her smooth jade arms as white as root, and said in a crying voice: "Yang Que, return the skirt to me quickly."

Seeing her look like this, Yang Que knew that what he guessed correctly, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly the wonderful scenes in those small movies in his previous life suddenly appeared in his mind. Suddenly, a bold idea flashed through his heart.

This thought was strangely uncontrollable.

In Zhou Meiqi's stunned gaze, he put the red dress stained with liquid beside his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked it slowly, "It's great."
Chapter completed!