"Is she willing?" Wu Heng raised an eyebrow.
Silvien did not answer directly but slid lightly off the bed, walked to the bedroom door, and pulled it open, calling softly outside, "Sis! The gentleman wants you to come in... don't wear any clothes!"
Outside, there was a slight noise and a suppressed gasp.
A moment later, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.
Her sister Ailuria, also wrapped only in a bath towel, appeared at the door. Her figure was more voluptuous and powerful than her sister's, with graceful and smooth muscle lines, yet at this moment, she was blushing with embarrassment, her pointed ear tips even turning pink.
She dared not look directly at Wu Heng, lowered her head, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Master...!"
"Come over," Wu Heng beckoned gently, "from now on, we'll be a closer family."
Ailuria took a deep breath, stepped forward with her long legs, and carefully lay down on the other side of the bed.
