It wasn't until Ye Fei finally stopped that Song Ci slowly retracted her fair little feet, now covered in her master's semen, and slipped them into her fluffy tiger-patterned slippers. She followed Yan Ruyu out of the room, though it was unclear whether she'd slip on the mess on her feet.
Song Xuan also stood up but noticed Ye Fei hadn't moved. She couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you coming?"
Ye Fei gave a wry smile, leaned back slightly, and pointed to his rather indecent situation.
Even though she had experienced its power for two consecutive nights, seeing it in this context still made Song Xuan blush. She pouted and asked, "What's going on?"
"The pants weren't sturdy enough, and it… found its way out," Ye Fei said helplessly.
What do you mean the pants weren't sturdy enough?
Song Xuan didn't buy his excuse. He had been wearing jeans today, which made Song Xuan once again marvel at her man's sheer power. She also had a rough idea of what had happened.
