With light footsteps, Qingyi walked through the large transport ship, Rou'er clinging to his side like a needy hamster.
The two were supposed to stay in separate rooms, but since she refused to be apart from him, the elder eventually gave in.
Rou'er had many defensive artifacts on her body, after all. If Qingyi tried anything against her, they would activate immediately, so there shouldn't be a problem.
And so, she followed him to his bedroom.
It was a simple, spacious room with a decent-sized bed, a cultivation area, a desk, and a bathroom.
"So, big brother, are you going to explain why you took so long? I was already thinking I'd have to go with that damn Tianhao!" Rou'er asked, skipping in front of him before throwing herself into his arms.
He didn't hesitate to catch her.
His fingers sank into the plump mounds of her thighs, the soft flesh dimpling under his grip as his palms slid across her milky skin.
