Zhao Changhe laughed: "So your first reaction after going berserk is to hit me, ignoring the fact that someone else is attacking you? Turns out you really want to murder your husband."

Piaomiao tilted her head and said: "I've already given myself to you, what more do you want?"

"Have you?" Zhao Changhe tightened his grip on her waist: "I don't think I've used this body yet..."

Piaomiao quietly stepped on his toes and twisted hard, her voice seemed to squeeze out from between her teeth: "Yangyang is still bathing in the back, can't you show some decency?"

Zhao Changhe, with his thick skin, didn't care about her stepping on him, and tightened his right arm around her waist, making Piaomiao instinctively lean into his embrace.

As Zhao Changhe slowly lowered his head to find her lips, Piaomiao's eyelashes fluttered slightly, yet she obediently closed her eyes.

After all, Yangyang isn't someone else...

The newly molded cherry lips were soft and sweet, her teeth slightly parted, secretly producing saliva, and were many times better than before with the soul body experience.

Piaomiao slightly opened her misty eyes and vaguely saw the Soul Capturing Mirror beside, reflecting nothing but her entwined with Zhao Changhe.

This is the taste of falling in love for the first time, always wanting to snuggle with the lover... What "Yangyang is watching," is nothing but saying one thing and meaning another, a coy push and pull.

It even showed before that she was always protective in front of his other wives, just being jealous and claiming her territory.

Truly and thoroughly transcended... Whether this was something Ye Wuming foresaw or not, at this moment, there are no regrets.

After a long time, their lips parted.

Piaomiao placed a finger in front of Zhao Changhe's lips and softly said: "Alright... Yangyang is really here, if you want to do something, I... I'll keep you company after Yangyang falls asleep."

Zhao Changhe hesitated to speak, actually having some thoughts he felt embarrassed to express. Piaomiao is pure as a blank sheet in some matters, even if she saw his group of wives, she wouldn't think that everyone is already playing with various combinations. With the connection between Piaomiao and Yangyang, what's there to avoid, it's only a matter of time...

While he was thinking this, the Soul Capturing Mirror displayed a scene of Piaomiao and Cui Yuanyang intertwined.

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Piaomiao: "!!!"

Zhao Changhe took off running: "Damn, it really is a Magic Mirror, it can't be left in this world!"

"Is this the mirror's fault?" Piaomiao lifted her skirt and chased around the pool: "Zhao Changhe, you stop right there!"

Cui Yuanyang, crossing her arms and tilting her little head, followed the two with her eyes, but honestly, she couldn't see anything from there: "What are you two doing?"

Piaomiao angrily turned her head: "Go take your bath, all your little hooves have done is embarrass us!"

Cui Yuanyang blinked her innocent big eyes, what did I do, you were flirting with my husband, so why are you scolding me...

Zhao Changhe, not as advanced in cultivation as Piaomiao, unfortunately couldn't outrun her, and soon he was pinned down by the edge of the pool, threatened with a beating.

Zhao Changhe suddenly bucked. Piaomiao's physical strength isn't really a match for Zhao Changhe, being bucked over like this, both of them flipped and fell into the pool.

Before they could struggle, Zhao Changhe already had her held tightly against his arm, whispering in her ear: "Yangyang can't see at all..."

Being held like this in the water, with his voice whispering by her ear, Piaomiao instantly felt her body go limp, unable to sum up any strength; her mind got a bit murky, making everything he said seem particularly reasonable.

Yeah, Yangyang can't see.

Turns out, after gaining a physical body, she was more vulnerable in front of him... places she never even thought about were weak points, her lips were, even her ears were.

Stupid body, might as well not have it.

"Yangyang has already bathed nicely, don't you want to wash up too?" Zhao Changhe's voice seemed magical, his hand too seemed magical, and unintentionally, the clothing tie eased apart.

Piaomiao found herself shamefully realizing that knowing Yangyang couldn't see from a certain spot only made it more thrilling.

Whatever... Obviously, she could tell Changhe was particularly enamored with this newly formed body lately, always wanting to take liberties, getting distracted from serious business with it. She, Piaomiao, also wanted to get intimate with her lover, always getting distracted by it... So she might as well go along with his desires.

Thinking this, her tensed body gently relaxed a bit, Piaomiao sneakily glanced at Cui Yuanyang over there and softly said: "You... be quieter..."

Zhao Changhe complied, covering gently.

The sound of water flowing gushed, like in a bath, jade hands covering lips, using the splashing water to cloak the quieter sounds.

A hint of blood unknowingly seeped into the water, slowly spreading, carrying a peculiar glow, as if emanating a faint light.

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