Fang Mo opened his eyes again, and the absurd scene from last night flashed before them.
His gaze swept over the room. He was surrounded by a sea of snow-white skin.
Guan Lu hugged his arm, her jade-like legs long and straight. Luo Jiangyan rested against his chest, her slender palm pressed over his heart.
Yue Quan held Guan Lu, yet one jade-like leg was draped over Fang Mo's.
Perhaps it was because they had not seen one another for so long, or perhaps because they knew it would only become harder to meet from here on out. Thus, the three women cast aside their previous reservations and shyness, taking turns demanding more.
Only Fang Mo could have endured it. With his body now invincible, anyone else would truly have been unable to hold out.
He quietly withdrew his arm, eased the three women aside, and silently got out of bed. He picked up his sleepwear from the floor and put it on. When he looked back, he saw the three women's eyelids twitching, their ears flushed red.
"So you were all awake!"
Fang Mo found it amusing, but he did not expose them. Last night truly had been a little too wild.
He quietly left the room.
The moment the door closed, soft cries rang out from within.
Fang Mo smiled to himself and did not probe with his divine sense. After washing up simply, he went to the cultivation room for his morning practice.
By the time he finished his morning practice and changed clothes, the three women had long since risen. Yet they were clearly still embarrassed, their expressions somewhat awkward.
The dining table was covered in all manner of exquisite dishes, and the three women were still bringing more out, as though they wanted Fang Mo