Questioning the Transmission

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During the Northern Song Dynasty, the heroes of Liangshan Marsh, led by their "loyal and righteous" chieftain Song Jiang, were granted amnesty and

submitted the imperial court. However, their unwavering loyalty and patriotism failed to win the favor of Emperor Huizong, who instead became increasingly

suspicious and obstructive, causing the Liangshan heroes immense humiliation.

Later, the Song court dispatched Song Jiang to lead troops in campaigns against the Liao and bandits, defeating Tian Hu and Wang Qing, achieving numerous great victories. Yet, this only

deepened the court's suspicion, leading to an edict forbidding Liangshan members from entering the city! While Song Jiang was engaged in a fierce battle against Fang La,

Emperor Huizong, under the pretext of a minor illness, recalled the renowned physician An Daoquan from the front lines. This was tantamount to

cutting off . Song Jiang could only watch helplessly as Xu Ning was poisoned to death, and generals like Lin Chong and Yang Zhi succumbed to illness.

The court's treacherous intentions were undeniable! Song Jiang returned victorious, but eight out of the 108 heroes were gone. The imperial court,

however, was not satisfied and, under the guise of bestowing official titles, further dismantled this once-mighty and invincible

army … In truth, Yang Zhi was not dead. Though seriously ill, he was not fatally wounded. The Song court's actions utterly

chilled the heart of this descendant of a loyal official. How could such a court inspire loyalty? Disheartened,

he feigned death under the guise of his illness, with the help of trusted confidants, and fled the Liangshan band. After recovering, he only wished

to find a secluded place far from the war to live out his remaining years.

Unexpectedly, during his wanderings, Yang Zhi encountered a legendary figure in the martial world and, by chance, learned his extraordinary

martial arts. Yang Zhi's martial arts were already exceptional; now, he was even more formidable, enough to make him a peerless master in the martial arts

world .

This extraordinary figure in the martial arts world was once a fearsome assassin, his martial arts technique called "Hidden God Technique,"

a profound and wondrous unparalleled skill.

"Hidden God Technique" is divided into the Concealment Technique and the God Technique. As the name suggests, the essence of the Concealment Technique lies in concealment.

While it doesn't truly make one invisible, it's very close. Its wonder lies in its ability to

merge with the universe, becoming one with everything around them, as if one has become part of every blade of grass, every table, and every chair. With mastery

, one can remain undetected even standing right in front of an enemy. This, of course, applies to ordinary people without martial arts skills

; those who practice martial arts have senses a hundred times more acute than ordinary people, so the outcome is different. Even so, the Concealment Technique

is a miraculous skill that rivals the power of nature.

The God Technique, on the other hand, is a method for cultivating the spirit. It complements the Concealment Technique, because the Concealment Technique

relies not on internal energy, but on spiritual power. Without powerful spiritual strength, the Concealment Technique is like water

without a source or a tree without a foundation—unsustainable and even impossible to execute. Conversely, without the Concealment Technique as a foundation, the Divine

Technique cannot be practiced, as it relies on the Concealment Technique to stimulate the growth of spiritual strength. The two are an integral and

indispensable whole.

Furthermore, the Divine Technique makes the practitioner more intelligent and wise, with a calm and focused aura. This

enhanced spiritual strength grants the ability to perceive and influence, even control, the spiritual fluctuations of others.

This incredibly sensitive spiritual power allows the practitioner to detect anomalies and dangers in their surroundings beforehand, enabling them to quickly take

precautions and escape perilous situations.

After Yang Zhi initially mastered his Divine Skill, his ambition was rekindled, and he no longer wanted to waste his life. However, by this time, Song Jiang had already committed suicide by

poison, and most of the Liangshan brothers had perished or been wounded; Liangshan Marsh was no longer what it once was. Yang Zhi knew

that the court was full of treacherous officials and was unwilling to seek an official position and suffer such filth, nor did he want to follow

the old path of Liangshan Marsh and become an outlaw. After much thought, he decided to use his superb skills to establish the Zhanjian Sect, to right wrongs

, punish the wicked, and live a life of pleasure. From then on, corrupt officials, bandits, and tyrants were in trouble...

Time flies, and the wheels of time have rolled into the modern era, but the Zhanjian Sect has not

disappeared. Although it is no longer a Jianghu gang but operates as a family,

the traditions of the Zhanjian Sect remain unchanged, and it has expanded its scope of combating evil to the whole world... At

the end of the 20th century, sixteen-year-old Yang Wenfei became the 40th generation leader of the Zhanjian Sect. It was in this year that

his father, who had never been separated from him, became the leader of the Zhanjian Sect... The 39th generation successor passed the position of sect leader to him, and then

disappeared without a trace … Yang Wenfei never met his mother. From the time he could remember, he wandered with his father, living a nomadic life, eliminating

evil and cultivating the Hidden God Technique. Under his father's almost ruthless tutelage, Yang Wenfei had already achieved a minor mastery of the divine skill

by the age of eight. In the eight years from eight to sixteen, with his father's help, he had already killed eleven wicked

criminals. From initial confusion and helplessness to current proficiency, this process had transformed Yang Wenfei from a

naive boy into a determined assassin, making eliminating evil as natural as breathing…

Although his special identity made him very different from others his age, the cultivation of the Divine Word Technique

prevented him from becoming a bloodthirsty demon. Under normal circumstances, he… He remained an ordinary teenager,

living a normal life. He had ordinary hobbies, especially a deep love for traditional Chinese culture, which

he pursued with an almost obsessive dedication, no less than his exploration of martial arts. This gave him an outlet for his extraordinary energy and comprehension , resulting in profound attainments

in painting, calligraphy, seal carving, bonsai and root carving, antique appraisal, arts and crafts, architecture, music, drama, opera, and folk arts… 　　The leaders of the Zhanjian Sect have never held formal professions. From Yang Zhi onwards, they have lived a nomadic life, only in this way could they fulfill their mission of "meddling injustice and punishing the wicked." Even in modern times, with the development of information technology largely replacing physical movement, the Zhanjian Sect still doesn't need to work or do business to earn money, because thousands… Over the years, the Slaying Evil Sect has accumulated a vast fortune, so enormous that even the sect leader himself cannot account for it. This wealth mostly comes from the ill-gotten gains of wicked people. As the saying goes, ill-gotten gains are easy for anyone to obtain, and this ill-gotten wealth naturally became the funding for the Slaying Evil Sect… Honglan and Chenge are Yang Wenfei's maids, taking care of his daily life . Both are orphans without parents, having followed Yang Wenfei since childhood. Honglan is four years younger than Yang Wenfei, rescued from a drug trafficking ring by his father when she was one year old; she is a purebred Caucasian . Chenge, however, is two years younger than Honglan, taken from a human trafficking ring by Yang Wenfei himself; she was only two years old at the time… 　　From the age of four, Yang Wenfei began teaching Honglan and Chenge the Concealing Divine Technique, giving them another identity : disciples of the sect leader. This meant that upon mastering the technique, they would become the Slaying Evil and Demon-Slaying Envoys of the Slaying Evil Sect, since Yang Zhi…

Since then, the Demon Slayers have always remained hidden in the shadows, never revealing themselves to strangers, silently obeying the sect leader's

commands. Besides the sect leader, only this identity can learn the Concealing God Technique. Therefore, only members of

the Yang family . And because of this, after they each turned sixteen, they gained another

identity: Yang Wenfei's women… From the time her father disappeared until she was twenty-four, Yang Wenfei's life remained fundamentally

unchanged ; she continued as before, wandering the world, slaying evil and demons. The story begins with the twenty-four-year-old Yang Wenfei

…

Chapter One: Cease Wandering

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The opening prologue of "The Tale of Asking Questions" was posted on the Coastline and Lamb forums, and in less than a day, it had already been viewed by several hundred friends

on each , receiving dozens of enthusiastic replies. I have read them all carefully,

and they have offered a lot of encouragement and support. In particular, some friends have gone to great lengths to offer insightful suggestions, which has truly delighted me. Although it's not particularly popular, I am already very satisfied

that such a colorless opening has garnered so much attention. I cannot thank everyone individually, so I can only thank the friends mentioned above here! 　　Many friends have also seen that I have laid a very solid foundation and set a grand scale, and they are worried about whether I can continue writing. To be honest, I am not sure either. I can only say that I will do my best and try not to disappoint everyone. This is also the first time I have ventured into this kind of subject matter. "The Tale of Asking Questions" is just an experiment for me, and of course, there is a risk of failure with any experiment. I hope everyone can be forgiving of any shortcomings in my writing. 　　One more thing to note: If you're currently reading Chapter 1 but haven't read the prologue, it's best to find it and read it first. The prologue explains the background and basic structure of the entire story, and without it, you might have many questions. ******************************************************************************************** 　　I stood silently on the rooftop terrace of the apartment building, gazing at the star-studded night sky, my mind a jumble of thoughts, far from calm. 　　This is one of my three residences in Shanghai, a high-end apartment building in Pudong New Area. I bought the top two floors, including the rooftop terrace—actually three floors. It's very spacious, enough to comfortably house a dozen or so people, but in reality, when I'm not there, only two cleaning girls live there, making it feel quite empty. 　　This trip to Shanghai was to kill a notorious thief I'd been tracking for months. He was incredibly skilled, escaping Honglan's clutches twice, which piqued my interest. I couldn't resist the urge to fight, so I took matters into my own hands, playing a cat-and-mouse game of hide-and-seek with him from New York all the way to Shanghai. Today, he refused to run anymore, leaving me with a final message: "I'm completely convinced I'll die at your hands, nothing more to say. But with skills like yours, aren't lonely?" 　　Indeed, I've increasingly lost the desire to fight. The fragility of my opponents has dampened my spirits. The once captivating process has gradually become a formulaic, step-by-step routine as my mastery of the Hidden God Technique deepens, leaving me feeling somewhat lonely and helpless. It's like you challenged Yao Ming to a basketball duel, but instead , Liu Guoliang showed up. No wonder I felt reluctant to fight him. 　　The Hidden God Technique is divided into nine levels, from lowest to highest. Levels one to four are the foundation, levels five to eight are the entry-level, and only at level nine is one reached the pinnacle. Before reaching the fifth level, the benefits of the Concealing Spirit Technique are internal, allowing the practitioner to refine their temperament and thoughts as their spiritual power continuously increases, broadening their horizons, enhancing their intelligence, and boosting their energy . Learning other things becomes easier and more efficient. 　　After the fifth level, the Concealing Spirit Technique manifests externally, gradually revealing its sharpness and awe-inspiring power. It often allows one to subdue enemies without fighting through spiritual power, influencing or even controlling them, making them unable to resist. As for what it will be like at the ninth level, I have no idea, because since the founding patriarch Yang Zhi, no one in the Zhanjian Sect has reached this level. It is said that even the extraordinary martial arts master who taught the Concealing Spirit Technique to my Yang family failed to reach the ninth level, and my father had only reached the seventh level before his disappearance. 　　I reached the fifth level at the age of eight, which is undoubtedly a gift from heaven. I could very well have become the first person in history to reach the ninth level, but to this day I still haven't reached the eighth level. The reason is that before the fifth level, as long as one works hard, cultivates correctly, and has innate talent and guidance from a master, it is not difficult to reach. After the fifth level, however, one needs a rare opportunity, that is, a life-or-death situation or a great shock—these are unpredictable combined to reach the next level. 　　But over the years, as my cultivation has deepened, especially after reaching the seventh level at the age of nineteen, I can no longer find anyone who can withstand my powerful aura and stand firm when facing me, let alone a master who can help me improve my cultivation. 　　But I'm not so arrogant as to think there are no masters in the world. I just haven't encountered them yet. My father's mysterious disappearance must have some mysteries I haven't uncovered yet, and there must be many unassuming masters hiding in the world. Ancient China, Korea, and Japan had many profound martial arts, although many have been submerged in the torrent of history . But there must be quite a few, like the Hidden God Technique, that have been passed down to the modern era. It's just that I haven't had the chance to see them yet, and I really feel lonely! 　　Although I travel around all year round and encounter different people and things every day, this kind of life has really become tiring after a while. In essence, this is also living the same life every day! 　　Shanghai is a city I like. It is a place where the youthful pulse of the ancient Eastern country beats steadily and powerfully . In the distance, the Oriental Pearl Tower seems to be embedded in the night sky, exuding a strange charm. Looking at the dazzling night view of Shanghai, a thought arose in my mind. 　　A warm, lingering gaze fell upon my broad shoulders, and at the same time, a gentle, melodious voice reached my ears: "Young Master, why do you seem so troubled? Is it because you killed that person?" 　　Without turning around, I knew it was one of my two lovely maids, Honglan, who was a little older and had come to my side. The deep bond between us and the Hidden Spirit Technique we cultivated together allowed me to almost grasp all of her and Chenge's thoughts. Similarly, they could naturally sense what was on my mind. I pulled my chaotic thoughts back from my reverie.

Thinking for a moment, I smiled and said, "Not entirely, just thinking about some things."

"Oh, what are you thinking about?" Honglan seemed very interested.

I turned around, looking at the beautiful woman smiling charmingly in front of me, and instead of answering, I asked, "

What do you think about us staying in Shanghai for a while?"

Honglan wrinkled her cute little nose, and her slightly upturned lips revealed a smile: "My

dear young master , if you say you want to stay, can I say no?"

Honglan was a pure white woman, with long, shimmering blonde hair. Her features were sculpted like those of a European

beauty , but her high nose bridge and pointed chin also had the roundness of an Eastern woman. This was probably

because she grew up in China. Looking at this alluring woman who combined the best features of both Eastern and Western beauties, revealing

the seductive charm of a young girl, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I reached out and pulled her into my arms, stroking her gently. Looking at her long, smooth,

and shiny hair, I said, "Why do you make it sound like I'm so domineering

? Whatever you and Xiaoge want to do, I don't think I've ever stopped you, have I?"

Honglan reached out and hugged my waist, pressing her face against my neck, and murmured, "Lanlan, don't you know how much

Young Master dotes on us? So, Young Master, how long will we be staying this time?"

Honglan was tall, a good 1.66 meters, and when she hugged me, the ends of her hair gently brushed against my nose in the night breeze

, giving me a slightly itchy feeling. She also had a faint fragrance of a young girl on her body, which made me feel very comfortable.

I couldn't help but close my eyes: "I don't know, but this time we'll definitely stay a little longer, and we won't need to carry out

any missions."

"Really?" Honglan looked up, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "If it's true, I'm so

happy !"

"When have I ever gone back on my word?" I pretended to be a little annoyed, but my eyes were full of smiles.

"Young Master, don't be angry. I'm just so happy. You're a great hero, of course your word is your bond

! Come on, let's pinky swear."

I couldn't help but smile. Honglan was already twenty years old, but when she was happy, she was still like a child. This was

a habit she'd had since childhood; whenever I promised her something, she would always pinky swear with me.

Seeing how happy she was over such a small thing, I couldn't help but feel a little touched. I knew that it didn't matter where

she lived, but if she stayed in one place for a long time, and didn't have to carry out any missions,

the time she would spend with me would naturally increase significantly.

Over the years, I had rarely stayed in one place for long, rarely more than a month. I was always in a hurry

. I had lived mostly in China, but even then, I was always traveling all over the country. Although she and Chenge were always by

my side, they also had to go out to gather intelligence, assassinate, and rescue people quite often. This was the mission of the Slaying Evil Sect, and also

the duty of an Envoy to Slay Evil and Exterminate Demons. As a result, although we were always together, we didn't actually spend

much .

Although she was European, in both thought and action, she was like a completely

traditional Chinese woman. She loved traditional Chinese culture, played the pipa beautifully, and was

skilled in many kinds of Chinese folk dances. From the age of one, when her father took her in, until she was thirteen, she had never been to Europe. In her

eyes, Europe was just the place where she was born, where she had no relatives. But China was different; it was where her emotions found

their home.

"Okay," I hooked my finger around her smooth, delicate little finger, "pinky promise, never to change!"

"Oh, so you and the young master are here. No wonder I couldn't find you." With this clear and

melodious voice, a girl with long legs, even taller than Honglan and with a perfect figure, appeared at the top of the stairs on the rooftop

platform . Needless to say, who else could she be but Chen Ge?

Chen Ge drifted over like a gust of wind, arriving in front of Hong Lan and me in the blink of an eye. Grabbing our still-hooked

fingers, she laughed, "Young Master, what did you promise Sister Lan this time?"

Hong Lan smiled and told Chen Ge, but Hong Lan's reaction was even more exaggerated. She jumped onto me, her

firm breasts, almost bursting out of my clothes, pressed tightly against my chest, her legs wrapped around my waist. Her beautiful

face, radiant with surprise, glowed, "Really? Really? Young Master, is this true? That's wonderful! I want you to accompany me and Sister Lan on a tour of Shanghai!" 　　I quickly hugged her, observing the almost identical reactions of the two women. It seemed I had truly neglected them . Hmm, alright, I'll ignore everything for now and enjoy a peaceful time with them in Shanghai! 　　No wonder. They've had little contact with outsiders since childhood. Even when carrying out missions, they can complete them without even touching people, thanks to their magical Concealment Technique. I wouldn't let them go on missions that are too dangerous. I think that apart from me and the cleaning maids in the various residences, probably no one has ever seen them . The only people they talk to are each other and me. That's probably why I feel like I've spent a lot of time with them, but they still feel it's not enough! 　　"Alright, you think I haven't spent enough time with you? Then I'll make it up to you tonight." 　　I released my right hand from under Chen Ge's buttocks, and with a hook, pulled Hong Lan to my side as well. The two sisters were both in my arms , their chests warm and smooth, their fragrance intoxicating. I felt great. "Help this young master bathe and change first!" 　　The two women, of course, knew what I meant. Their faces flushed, and their bright eyes seemed to be about to drip water . 　　I lay on the sloping edge of the bathtub, my head resting on Honglan's smooth, jade-like thighs, enjoying the meticulous care her delicate hands gave my head. Chenge knelt beside me, carefully scrubbing my body. 　　The bathtub was custom-designed and made for me; it had to be spacious, with steps, slopes, and varying depths to suit my needs. 　　The water level was just right, reaching my calves. Chenge's soft hands glided over my entire body, so comfortable I almost groaned. Suddenly, her hand, which was caressing my chest, playfully lifted my nipple, then lowered her head and took it into her mouth. 　　"Mmm," I couldn't help but groan, caught off guard by the sudden "attack." 　　Although both women were serving me in the tub, they weren't completely naked. They both wore low-cut, knee-length silk dresses, but nothing underneath. Their bodies were wet, and the dresses clung tightly to their curves.

Not only did it offer no concealment whatsoever, it was even more alluring.

Especially Chenge, although only eighteen, her body was already like a ripe fruit, exceptionally tempting,

coupled with innocent and playful expression, making her irresistible to me.

Gazing at her beautiful breasts trembling slightly as she leaned forward, I reached out and, through her skirt, climbed up to

her nipples, pressing them in my palm and slowly rubbing them.

"Mmm... mmm..." With my movements, Chenge's small mouth, licking my chest, emitted

indistinct moans, and the red cherries on her breasts slowly stood erect.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust, my lower body hard as iron. Chenge immediately sensed it, one of her small hands stroking

down, stopping at the base of my thigh, grasping the shaft, and gently stroking it, her head slowly

licking down my chest, making faint "chuchu" sounds.

Finally, her small mouth, which had been licking down my chest and abdomen, stopped at the base of my thigh and took my

huge penis into her mouth, stroking it up and down.

Honglan's body burned with desire as she watched. I pulled her two skirt sashes down from her shoulders to her waist, revealing her snow-white,

smooth breasts. I gently bent her body down and took her nipples into my mouth to taste them, rubbing them from side to side. Before

long, she was burning with passion, her hands running through my hair, lifting my head and pressing it against her

chest .

Although Honglan's breasts were not as full as Chenge's, they were incredibly elastic, with small, cute nipples that were slightly upturned.

The shape of her breasts was extremely beautiful, like inverted jade bowls. Sucking on them was a delightful experience, truly the finest of breasts.

Both women had given themselves to me when they were sixteen. Even the younger Chenge had been with me

for two years. I naturally knew how to tease them and turn them into my exclusive harlots, just as they

knew my body better than I did.

My tongue completely covered Honglan's breasts, pressing her nipples and areolas under my tongue and rubbing

them slowly. My saliva made them glisten. Honglan's nipples were swollen and hot, like

ripe purple grapes, trembling incessantly in my mouth.

Chen Ge's movements were sometimes slow and sometimes fast. Sometimes she would take the tip into her mouth and suck hard, and sometimes she would

swallow , turning her head to lick it. She would also stick out her tongue from the glans to the base and suck the two testicles into her mouth.

Her hands didn't stop either, pressing, pulling, rubbing, and kneading with all sorts of techniques. I gradually felt as if a ball of fire

was spreading from my lower body to my whole body, and I almost blew it out of her.

I couldn't stay still any longer and sat up abruptly, praising, "Little Ge'er, your little mouth

is getting better and better! It's truly worth all the years of my teaching!"

"Hmm... Young Master, you're so naughty, teasing me like that." Chen Ge raised her head, her face full of shyness as she scolded,

but her hands didn't stop, still going up and down.

Looking at the stunningly alluring woman with an angelic face and a devilish figure, I was captivated. Even a saint like

Liu Xiahui couldn't remain indifferent, let alone me. "I'm not teasing you, I'm genuinely praising you. Come, let

Young Master give you a good thrashing," I said, trying to stand up.

"Young Master, don't move, let Little Ge'er do it," Chen Ge pressed down on my shoulders, lifted her skirt, straddled

my waist, and with her right hand, supported the enormous thing between my thighs from behind, slowly sitting down.

"Ugh..." Chenge and I groaned simultaneously. Her vagina was unusually tight. Although it had been opened to guests

many times , it was still as narrow as ever. It was already overflowing inside. I was mentally prepared, but I still

couldn't help but groan. I, on the other hand, felt very warm and enveloped.

After getting used to the feeling of being extremely full, a slight tingling sensation immediately arose in her vagina. Chenge pressed

against my chest, her buttocks slowly rising and falling.

Since she was taking the lead, I ended up having nothing to do. I reached out and patted Honglan beside me,

signaling her to straddle my head.

Honglan glanced at me shyly, obediently pulled up her skirt, and swept one leg across my face, bringing her sweet,

tight vagina to my mouth.

I first covered Honglan's vulva with my entire mouth, and my tongue parted the small slit in the middle. Instantly, a sweet

juice flowed into my mouth, filling it with fragrance. Honglan's love juice did not have a salty or fishy taste at all, but instead had a faint minty

aroma, which made me love it so much that I licked it vigorously and swallowed the juice that kept flowing into my mouth.

"Mmm...mmm...ooh..." I couldn't tell if it was Honglan in front or Chen Ge behind me

making those murmurs. Any man who could remain so clear-headed in this situation would definitely have something wrong with his head.

Of course, I didn't, so I was already lost in this gentle vortex... My left hand followed Honglan's beautiful

curves , climbing up her pert breasts and rubbing them incessantly. My right hand reached between her thighs, pulled open her labia,

and pressed my thumb on her nipple, rotating it rapidly. My tongue kept scraping the inner walls of Honglan's vagina. Before long, she was extremely aroused

by the three-pronged attack. One hand was haphazardly stuffed into my hair, while the other hand stroked her

slender, fair neck. Her vagina kept thrusting towards my mouth, and her whole body trembled. "Young Master...so comfortable, so...

beautiful, Lanlan can't take it anymore, ah...mmm...ooh, ah..." Not long after, I heard

a "whimper," and her love juice gushed out, spraying all over my mouth and face. She collapsed onto my face.

I lifted Honglan down and laid her beside me. A blissful smile graced her face; this little girl had

actually fainted from pleasure during her climax. I kissed her cheek affectionately. Now I could properly "deal with"

this little devil, Chenge.

Although Chenge was young, her sexual prowess was truly impressive. Her vagina, though tight, was layered,

deep inside and out. If my penis weren't long enough, I wouldn't have been able to reach her core and satisfy her!

Now she was getting into the swing of things, her movements becoming smoother. My penis slid in and out beneath her, rolling in and out,

coated with her love juices and labia. Her beautiful buttocks occasionally bumped against my thighs, making "plop" sounds.

Watching this beautiful sight, my lust intensified.

I sat up and pressed myself against the soft flesh of her buttocks, giving her a boost. The "plop" sounds grew louder

. Her beautiful eyes darted around, like a burning flame, intensely hot to the touch. She held my head in her hands, her soft,

sweet, and magnificent breasts rubbing against my face. Her tongue licked my earlobe as she murmured, "Young master, so

beautiful, Little Ge'er is about to fly, mmm... oh, young master, give me... harder, Little Ge'er what..."

"Everything belongs to...Young Master. Little Ge'er loves...loves Young Master so much...If...without Young Master, Little Ge'er

can't...can't live a single day...ah...ah...flying...flying away."

Hearing her affectionate humming, a wave of tenderness filled my heart, intoxicating me. I straightened my body,

sought Chen Ge's fragrant lips, and kissed her until she almost couldn't breathe: "Do you know, I love you all very much too. Although

you are my maids, in my heart, you are no different from my little wife..."

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