A talk with the Sect Master [1]

"Hahaha..."

Laughter echoed through the hall as Zhao Tian walked around carrying Li Jia on his back, with his hands steadily on her thighs.

Her arms encircled his neck, her cheeks flushed, though a contented smile danced on her lips.

Yao Jing who was sitting on the couch, smiled gently "Seems like both of you made up..."

Looking at her, Zhao Tian gave a nod and Li Jia tightened her arms around his neck in response, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

Zhao Tian chuckled, shifting slightly to adjust her weight on his back.

With a teasing smile, Yao Jing spoke, "Though I would ask you to lower your voices... I can hear your moans, Little Jia."

E-Eh? Li Jia was startled and buried her face on his nape in embarrassment. "Y-Yes, Elder Jing..." she stammered, her voice muffled against his skin.

As they were speaking, Yao Jing suddenly raised an eyebrow feeling a presence and smiled "Seems like Sister Shuang is back."