For a cultivator, a mere door latch is naturally not an obstacle, so Xiao Yinruo easily opened the door and walked inside.
"Do you really have the heart to sleep?" Xiao Yinruo said as he walked, pushing open the bedroom door: "Yesterday..."
The voice abruptly stopped.
Standing at the doorway, Xiao Yinruo widened his eyes in disbelief and looked toward the bed.
Reclining on her side, his friend had rosy cheeks and dewy eyes, exuding a languid allure as she pulled the thin blanket up lightly to cover the young man nestled against her chest.
The young man, seemingly having some trouble breathing, turned his head slightly, glanced back at the rippling figure, then quickly hid his head again.
Lu! Jin! An!
Xiao Yinruo's expression shifted; though he hadn't continued to watch after leaving Cuiqing Inn yesterday, his disciple Nanzhi hadn't returned for the whole afternoon and evening!
The implication of what they were doing and for how long was obvious!
