Thinking softly, Lu Jin'an said, "Master, you should rest well, I..."
Before he could finish, Pei Wanyu suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed the key: "Wait, wait..."
"Hmm?" Lu Jin'an had to lean down again, "What's wrong?"
"Holding it in isn't good." Pei Wanyu's voice, much calmer, carried a hint of hoarseness, "Right?"
"Not a big deal."
"That's not okay." Pei Wanyu's eyelids seemed about to close in the next second, "Qingyue is right at the window, Nanzhi, Nanzhi..."
As she spoke, she raised her left hand and cast a spell. Dark demon energy surged, and two figures fell from it onto the bed.
Six eyes met.
Zhu Nanzhi looked at her husband, the scent entering her nose made her instinctively wrinkle her delicate nose, and she turned to look around.
The style of this room is truly suggestive...
She quickly understood the current situation: Aunt Pei was looking for a "partner."
