In the courtyard, she encountered Facai.
“Grandmother, Uncle Qin has been invited by Uncle Qingtian. Today, the pilgrims donated a lot of incense oil money, a significant amount. I was sent to tell you that you don’t need to wait for him.”
“I understand. Go and rest,” she replied.
Ye Hui slightly curled her lips. Her husband had been taking advantage of her lately, and despite being busy, he still had her on his mind.
After sending Facai away, she returned to the bedroom, changed into a light blue chest-high ru dress, and planned to meet Li Weichen. But when she pushed open the door, it suddenly hit Moji, who was carrying a basin of water that completely drenched him, instantly turning him into a drowned rat.
Ye Hui was stunned, pulled him inside, found one of Huangfu Ze’s ordinary cloth garments, and intended to help him change. As she removed his clothes, she paused. Moji looked thin but actually had well-proportioned muscles. He was about 1.75 meters tall, half a head taller than her.
He went in.” Li Weichen shouted, feeling an astonishing warmth and tight embrace that made his eyebrows flutter. He grabbed her and pressed down, pushing all the way to the deepest point, thrusting in and out repeatedly. One hand wrapped around her slender waist, the other reaching to the front, grasping a full breast and kneading it in sync with his hip movements, suddenly pinching and pulling Hongmei.
Ye Hui trembled with stimulation, hugging Moqi in front of her more tightly. Because she was sitting too low, Moqi was crouching forward with a horse-riding stance, his skin different from Li Weichen’s bronze color, relatively fair but now flushed with rising heat.
Ye Hui raised her arms, encircling his buttocks, then crossing them, pressing her head forward and burying it tightly between his legs.
The man’s first time was very short, just a few minutes. Moqi suddenly cried out with a tearful voice: “Mistress, Mistress… ah…” The massive wave dwelling in his abdomen suddenly burst out, a shocking pleasure blooming in an instant, like a colorful meteor streaking across his vision, his body suddenly lifting and then slowly falling.
Never had there been such a beautiful moment. Moqi thought it was a dream, but when he looked down, he was still in the mistress’s embrace, tightly held by her.
