?Mobile reading Once the massage session was over, Qin Feng couldn’t wait to press Zhou Xiaoniu beneath him, enjoying the beauty’s service. It’s certainly a pleasant experience, but who can deny that as men, we should take the initiative and not just passively receive it? With their vigorous, rapid movements, the sofa even began to creak, much like a large bedroom bed at home. In fact, the bedroom bed at home has been replaced several times—not due to quality issues, but simply because the people on it are so energetic. Mei Hui even suggested that they should buy a steel bed next time and never go back to wooden ones. The frequency of replacements is so high that Mei Hui and Fang Fang have become regular visitors to the furniture store, often asking sales staff whether their chosen beds are sturdy, receiving rather unusual glances in the process. After a long while, finally, the clouds parted and the rain ceased. Holding Zhou Muzi’s satisfied expression, Qin Feng couldn’t help but reach out and give a solid pat on her firm, rounded buttocks. “You’re truly a mortal-pleasing little fairy—eventually, I’ll be drained dry by you!” The young woman, breathing softly and blushing, protested, “Actually, I really love the intimacy with my姐夫 and husband. As soon as I’m just with him, I can’t wait to get into it!” “Haha, and you’ve even drawn so much of my spiritual energy from me,” he murmured, gazing down at her slender figure, puzzled. “I just can’t understand—look at you, so gentle and delicate. How do you have such strong endurance and such intense desire? And how do you manage to absorb so much? The spiritual energy I’ve sent into you exceeds the combined total of Hui Hui and Fang Fang. Yet, I still don’t see any signs of it!” “Haha, it’s just that my constitution is special,” she replied, extending her delicate hands to gently trace circles on his chest. “Haha, well, since you’ve already satisfied me, why don’t you go get dressed now?” "Qin Feng gave her a gentle tap on her hip again: "This is the office. Someone might just walk in unexpectedly!" "Can you be serious? Isn't my brother-in-law's husband the chairman of this company? Who would dare walk into my office without my permission?" The young girl didn't believe it. Qin, the young nobleman, smiled wryly. "This actually has happened more than once. To be safe, let's get dressed quickly—otherwise, you might end up showing off your springtime charm!" The young girl was playful and insisted she was too tired, insisting that Qin Feng dress her himself. Of course, Qin was more than willing to assist, and the process turned out to be quite romantic. While helping her put on her bra, he asked, "How did you feel during the massage just now?" The young girl blushed slightly. "Of course I felt something! Otherwise, I wouldn't have willingly asked for that kind of experience with you!" "Serious now," he said, "—do you know exactly what I'm asking?" "Alright, alright—while you're massaging me, there's this warm, full, pleasant sensation!" That's exactly what it should be. Hou Bo has put a lot of effort into developing this technique; if it doesn't work, how can he live up to his three-degrees doctorate from the old man? "Good. It seems the advertising director needs to be on board right away and start filming—otherwise, if your bust size suddenly expands overnight, how will we complete your transformation from Lady Ping to Mount Everest? Hehe." While speaking, Qin Feng unconsciously reached into the blouse he had just fastened over her, fully enclosing one of the little mountain-like swellings. "Mm-hmm." The young woman enjoyed her brother-in-law's attentions, but as she relaxed, her nasal tone began to rise. Little fairy, Qin thought—she can't keep this up, or else all her clothes will be for nothing. With quiet grace, he withdrew his hand and said, "I'll go check on Huili. I'll find out if this has been properly arranged. You just rest here a while." He had already dashed off without waiting for the young lady to respond. Mei Hui's office was just across the hall. Smelling the distinct scent of romance on him, the beautiful CEO raised her eyebrows and remarked, "You're such a troublemaker! If you hadn't come to the company at all, I'd have been fine. But as soon as you arrived, you didn't just bring good intentions—you went and did something quite improper. Just now, Fang Fang told me about Zhou Muzhi's matter. You really are bold—after seducing your sister-in-law, Fang Fei, you've gone on to win over Jing Jing's younger sister as well!" "Oh well, who could help it? After all, my charm is simply unmatched," he said with a self-deprecating smile, sitting across from the beautiful CEO. "How's the filming schedule coming along?" "The director and the production crew are already on board, and they'll land in Plain City in two hours," Mei Hui replied. "According to the schedule, filming will officially begin tomorrow morning, lasting about one and a half days. The next session is scheduled for next week." "Very well organized." "He raised his thumb and said, 'Husband, I can now report back to Zhou Xiaoniu. By the way, should we start promoting her a bit?' Mei Hui nodded and said, 'It's absolutely necessary. As her popularity grows, it benefits both her and us.' 'Agreed,' Qin Feng glanced at his watch—it was nearing noon—and suggested, 'Why don't I go to Wu Yue Restaurant and get us a few dishes to bring back and share?' 'I have no objections,' Mei Hui replied. A few minutes later, Qin, the young man, drove out of the parking lot and headed straight for Wu Yue Restaurant. A kilometer away, Han Yuxuan set down his telescope, furrowed his brows, and murmured to himself, 'It's time we warned this young man. The furnace I value isn't something anyone can simply claim just by chance!' According to general practice, girls with a pure yin constitution lose their opportunity to serve as a furnace once they lose their virginity." When Han Yuxuan arrived in Plain City, he had already made the most pessimistic plans—after all, a pure yin constitution was a rare and favored condition, often destined to be favored by heaven; for cultivators seeking such a body as a furnace pedestal, it was both a blessing and a curse, something truly hard to come by. Zhou Muxi, however, was entirely different. Han Yuxuan immediately noticed that she was no longer a maiden, and despite the expected loss of her furnace pedestal function, she had actually surpassed her previous state, radiating a strong sense of energy that could be felt from afar. This energy was enough to make any cultivator go mad. As Zhou Muxi approached her eighteenth birthday, Han Yuxuan felt it was necessary to remove the obstacles around her before then. After observing her for the entire morning, he firmly believed Qin Feng was the most significant obstacle. He followed quietly and, upon Qin Feng's return, intercepted him at the parking lot. For the sudden arrival of a cultivator, Qin, the young noble, did not show much surprise—this composure had gradually developed after the incident involving Sun Cheng. "Young man, if you wish to preserve yourself, stay away from Zhou Muzhi; otherwise, you'll have to pay a price," said Han Yuxuan fiercely. Qin Feng scoffed, "What kind of celery are you, to think you have the right to interfere with this matter?" "Young man, I urge you not to act so arrogant. If you believe your head is as solid as this stone, then you may disregard my advice."