Whatever the plans that Han Li had may be, for the next three days, no one saw him in the temple. Nor did anyone see Liyue. They had both cooped up in their room and since then, nobody had seen them.
***
Inside Liyue's room.
Han Li was seated on his bed, and a naked Liyue was lying on his crotch, still chewing on his manhood. They had been going at it wildly for the past couple of days, and she was a total madwoman at that time.
Smiling wryly, he looked around the room. All the furniture inside had been broken, the bed base was in pieces, the wardrobe was all over the place, and there were even palm-shaped indents on the wall.
Liyue's body had grown stronger, but her control over it was minimal. If she were to touch her mother, Li Yao, the chance of Li Yao being broken in two was not low. That was how strong Han Li himself was—but he had complete control over himself.
His Proficiency over weapons was also his proficiency over his own body!