Chen Ziyang was also always eager to please.
In nearly a day's time, he had completely filled the void left by Aunt Ye during this period.
By the end, even a woman of Aunt Ye's caliber was somewhat weak at the knees, having trouble standing.
"Sooner or later, I will die on top of you," she said.
Aunt Ye had begun to talk nonsense.
"That won't do, if you die, who else can play this crazy with me?" he responded.
Chen Ziyang kneaded Aunt Ye's fullness.
Watching her enormous pride being softly deformed in his hands was incredibly stimulating.
"You bad man!"
Aunt Ye rarely fussed in a coquettish manner.
Then, she spoke a bit more seriously, "When are we going to Shangjing?"
"Let's leave tomorrow," he said.
Chen Ziyang became serious as well.
"With such matters, the longer the night, the more dreams will occur. The Yu Family still doesn't know that their young master has died here, so we better strike first!"
A sharp glint flashed in Chen Ziyang's eyes.