After the seventh four hundred breaths.
Qiu Zhihe was no longer cold; her petite and delicate body was embraced by Qin Gengyun, her cheeks flushed red, without any resistance.
Qin Gengyun had not been this intimate with his wife for several days, so he lowered his head to seek her cherry lips again.
Qiu Zhihe quickly extended her small hand to hold his face, panting as she said:
"You, you're injured, you shouldn't indulge."
Qin Gengyun glanced at the spot on his left shoulder where Chang Zhenzi had injured him and smiled:
"It's just a superficial wound, don't worry, my dear."
After saying this, he lowered his head again. Qiu Zhihe was powerless to resist and could only close her eyes and let him proceed.
After another five times four hundred breaths, as dawn was breaking, Qin Gengyun, satisfied, held Qiu Zhihe:
"My dear, let's sleep."
However, Qiu Zhihe sat up, put on her clothes, and turned to say to him:
"Husband, it's time to get up and cultivate."
