<h4>Chapter 588: Chapter 588: In the World, All is Yin and Yang</h4><h4></h4>


    "Ah... why... is it like this... you’re licking... it feels better than Xiao Xiao..."


    Qiu Qingyi, leaning on her wheelchair, couldn’t help but lower her head to watch Lin Fan, who had her voluptuous breast in his mouth, being shamelessly sucked on by him.


    "Because this is the real yin and yangplementing each other!"


    Lin Fan said with a smile, taking the other papaya-like breast into his mouth, while his hand yed with the strawberry on top.


    Even though Qiu Qingyi was already in her forties, her appearance and skin still possessed the luster of a young girl, and the softness inside his mouth was especially tender andfortable.


    "Am I very perverted?"


    Feeling the suckling on her chest, Qiu Qingyi could no longer resist and hugged Lin Fan’s head. Her face flush, she nced at Feng Xiaoxiao, who was on her knees, ferociously sucking on Lin Fan’s Iron Pestle, her expression surprisingly one of enjoyment.


    "If I had been in a wheelchair for twenty years, I would definitely be more perverted than you. Besides, a fresh life can stimte a dull heart; holding oneself too high for too long can be tiring."


    Lin Fan yed wantonly with the papaya-like breast, and then lifted his head to take Qiu Qingyi’s small mouth into his, the dominationced with masculinity making her involuntarily tense her body, closing her eyes to savor Lin Fan’s tongue constantly swirling in her mouth.


    "How is it, my patron, isn’t my husband’s technique good?"


    Watching the two kiss passionately, Feng Xiaoxiao stood up while ying with the Iron Pestle, wearing a mischievous smile as she observed their sweet kisses from up close.


    "Don’t you feel jealous at all? Your man is ying with another woman!"


    Qiu Qingyi, her face burning red, looked up at Feng Xiaoxiao.


    "I’d be jealous if he yed with others, but with you, I don’t have any objections. And I have you to thank for these past three years of cultivation!"


    Feng Xiaoxiao reached out and snatched a voluptuous breast from Lin Fan’s hand, squeezing it in her grasp: "You always talk to me about the darkness of officialdom, where sending money and beauty is trivial, some people even give their wives away to others. So, I’vee to understand, if Lin Fan really embarks on this official path, as long as he doesn’t give me away, then that’s indeed fortunate. He’s just ying with other women anyway, so I might as well lend you to him. At the very least, from my perspective, it’s the least loss."


    "So, I don’t send away the wife, but you send away your husband!"


    Lin Fan lifted his head, surprised at Feng Xiaoxiao, finding this move exceptionally ruthless.


    "If you could only sell one person for appearances, would you send you or me?"


    Feng Xiaoxiao, with a naughty smile, lifted her skirt, pushed aside the whitece to one side, and then directly sat on Lin Fan’sp. As the Iron Pestle prated the Soul-snatching Cave, she couldn’t help but moan.


    "Rest assured, even if I stop doing it, I wouldn’t be able to give you away!"


    Lin Fan grasped Feng Xiaoxiao’s wild waist and gently rocked it, and Feng Xiaoxiao, now in charge of Qiu Qingyi’s twin peaks, looked at the peach-blossomed faced Qiu Qingyi with a mischievous smile and said, "Did you hear that? I’ve always said Lin Fan would never share his wife with anyone. For this reason alone, I, as his wife, naturally have to put in some effort. I guess you wouldn’t let yourself be shared by others again, right?"


    "You cunning fox, you truly are material for an official’s wife. If I had understood what you do now in my twenties, I wouldn’t have lived so painfully."


    Feeling those slender fingers constantly tease the strawberries on her chest, Qiu Qingyi shook her head: "Sometimes I look back and think, there was really no need to be so strong back then. Maybe my child and my legs wouldn’t have left me."


    "If there hadn’t been a past... there wouldn’t be a present, don’t assume... anything, live in the moment... isn’t that what you told me?"


    On her pert buttocks, Lin Fan’s thrusts grew more intense, and Feng Xiaoxiao’s moaning grew louder, only able to tightly grip Qiu Qingyi’s beautiful breasts, mumbling inartictely.


    "Yes, live in the moment!"


    Qiu Qingyi, her face like a peach blossom, smiled as shebed Feng Xiaoxiao’s hair, watching Lin Fan’s passionate assault from behind her. This scene made her feel a joy in being alive.


    "Right... since I shared even this with you... you can’t think of leaving anymore... My sacrifice to a woman only happens once; you can’t let me keep doing this in front of another woman!"


    Embracing Qiu Qingyi’s body tightly, with the rhythm of Lin Fan’s assault, both of them trembled together. Under the waves of impact, the blushing Feng Xiaoxiao also lifted her head and kissed Qiu Qingyi’s red lips. Their soft tongues entwined with each other, and as they hugged each other, Lin Fan noticed the scars on Qiu Qingyi’s arm, likely the vestiges of a suicide attempt by wrist cutting.


    "Lin Fan, you’re excellent. Seeing you, I’m reminded of someone from my past."


    Embracing the almost fainting Feng Xiaoxiao, Qiu Qingyi looked straight at Lin Fan.


    "In that case, he was your lover?"


    Looking at Qiu Qingyi’s eyes that seemed ready to drip water, Lin Fan asked curiously, but Qiu Qingyi just shook her head.


    "He wasn’t, but back then I really wanted to marry him. Unfortunately, he didn’t choose me!"