"Ah...! He fell asleep again!"
"He can sleep so much! He's been asleep for days!"
"Are all men this good at sleeping?"...
The women chattered away as they crowded around Chen Fan again, reaching out to grope him all over. Someone gripped his balls hard, nearly crushing them. The intense pain made Chen Fan open his eyes, sit up, and shout, "It hurts!!" This definitely wasn't a dream.
"Whoosh, whoosh...!" All the women raised their bows, aiming their arrowheads at Chen Fan's crotch, as if they would cut off the thing they had played with for days if he made the slightest move.
Cold sweat streamed down Chen Fan's face. Who were these women? They were so vicious, harboring such deep hatred for his little brother. What had his little brother done to offend them while he was unconscious?
Chen Fan covered his crotch with both hands. Even someone as shameless as him felt a little embarrassed standing naked before so many beautiful women. With an awkward grin, he said, "Um, ladies, sorry... um... could you get me some clothes? I'm rather weak, and I get cold easily."
"Whoosh...!" A piece of clothing was thrown before Chen Fan. It had been washed—it was the very shirt he had worn when he came here.
Chen Fan could only smile bitterly. They had brought him only the shirt. They really did exactly as he said, without bringing his pants.
"Um, ladies, if you don't mind, could you bring my pants too?" Chen Fan asked again.
"Man! Don't push your luck just because we're women! You're our prisoner now. How could we possibly satisfy your every demand!"
Tears nearly streamed down Chen Fan's face. *Am I being unreasonable, or are you being unreasonable? You won't even give me a pair of pants. Forget