Li Qiye and the woman were as intimate as can be, causing others to have strange thoughts. 

Of course, no one else was here in the audience with the exception of the old servant and Li Zhitian. Both have turned away, not wanting to be impolite.

“Sigh, how much longer are we going to do this? We’re killing the grasses.” Li Qiye shook his head.

“You’re tearing my clothes too.” She complained.

“Uh… please don’t get this twisted, you’re the one grinding on me.” Li Qiye said.

“And?” She seemed intent...