Returning to Xia Family Manor

Their gazes locked, the intimacy of their shared night hanging heavy in the air. Sunlight, filtering through the willow branches, dappled their entwined bodies. Wang Li couldn't help but let out a low whistle.

"Damn, Matriarch Xia," he drawled, his voice rough with sleep and residual desire, "you are one seriously beautiful woman. And even after an entire night of banging you…" He trailed off, his eyes dropping pointedly to her still-flushed cheeks and swollen lips. "Let's just say I wouldn't mind another round."

Xia Bingling blushed a fiery red, the memory of their passionate encounter sending a jolt through her. "Wang Li!" she protested, her voice a strangled whisper. "Don't be ridiculous! We can't stay here all day. Qingwu must be wondering where we both disappeared to."