Ye Chen looked at the scene in front of him, his face pale, his heart beating fast, his mind filled with anger, shame, and humiliation.
It felt as if Young Master asked knowingly.
He looked at Yi Xin Xui and Ling'er lying on the ground, their bodies covered with sweat and their yin caves leaking with Young Master's essence, their faces still filled with pleasure and satisfaction.
He felt his heart sink, his pride shattered, and his dignity crushed, the second-person embarrassment, his cheeks blushed like that of a woman.
He didn't want to answer, but he couldn't defy Young Master, he didn't want to experience the bone-crushing pain once again or he might get addicted to it, like a drunken immortal to age-old wine.
He gritted his teeth, his fists clenched, and he spoke.
"Both of them enjoyed it, Young Master..." His voice was weak and his words were barely audible.