Not until he was completely spent.
Did Pei Shaoqing finally let Xie Qingwu go.
"Qiu Ye," he called out, catching his breath.
CREAK~ The door opened, but it wasn't Qiu Ye who entered with a basin of water and a cloth, but Zhao Zilan.
"Lan'Er?" Pei Shaoqing was taken aback for a moment.
Zhao Zilan blushed at the sight of the messy bed and the two naked people on it, but she did her best to remain composed and greet them. "Young Master, Madam."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Sister Lan'Er." Xie Qingwu, her face still flushed, showed no shyness at all. She rose and said softly, "You can clean up my husband first. Standard-Bearer Chen is still waiting for him."
She held herself in a strange position, trying to prevent any leakage. She had read in a book that this posture made conception easier.
"Yes, Madam," Zhao Zilan replied obediently.
