A few hours later, Qiong Xing finally understood what Joa had been worried about.
"...Qiong Xing, Qiong Xing… Qiong Xing, you smell so good…"
With nothing to do until the materials were gathered, Qiong Xing and Iseul had been spending their time lazily inside the house.
They ate meals, read picture books to Cari, played with Mayo, tended to Lian, and in between, cleaned rooms they hadn't used.
After dinner and a bath, the children were finally asleep, leaving only sleep for the adults.
But as Qiong Xing dozed lightly, he suddenly heard heavy unusual breathing behind him that woke him up.
From the voice, he could tell it was Iseul, but mixed with those breaths was another sound that made him, as a man, realize immediately what was happening.
"Qiong Xing… Qiong Xing…"
It was obvious that Iseul was pleasuring himself using him as the focus.
