Over the next few weeks, Li Qingmu kept his word.
Every two days, Gao Yue would first sweep the halls with her divine senses to ensure no prying eyes or wandering disciples lingered near the Peak Master's abode.
Only then would she quietly escort the young man inside.
She never asked questions.
Only bowed slightly and retreated to leave the heavy doors to seal behind him.
Inside Madam Chen's private chambers, the routine had become strangely familiar.
The elegant widow would be waiting on her knees with her nightdress already loosened at the collar and a lotion applied on her body to make her curves pop out. Her proud lips would part with a soft, reluctant sigh the moment Li Qingmu freed his pole of meat from his pants.
"Again?"
Every time she asked the same thing.
"Must you truly visit so often, child?"
But she clearly loved seeing him each session.
"Three days was the original plan."
He would remind her with a teasing smile, already guiding her small head forward.
