Li Yingying froze. The guys outside were her brother and Mr. Zhang. Letting them in would mean even more men seeing her master naked. As for Wu Li, she was her future sister-in-law—having her touch Wang Yue's body was out of the question.
"What do I do?" she asked, her mind made up.
"Start by getting her clothes off. It'll make the Qi transfer and the cultivation easier."
In reality, the Qi transfer didn't care about clothes, and for the sex, he only really needed to move her underwear. But Wang Yue wanted to see the goods. He was an honest man: he was a pervert, and he wanted this woman. Besides, if he was going to be doing the deed anyway, acting like he didn't want to see her body would just be hypocritical.
Li Yingying didn't know his inner thoughts. She carefully stripped her master. Wang Yue's breath hitched.
Goddamn.
