The Great Prosperity Circle Factions!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and a lingering warmth still suffused the bedroom. Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, spilling softly over the broad bed.

Xia Qingyin, Jiang Xuanran, Celicia, Shamirra, and Su Yaqing lay quietly on the bed, their brows relaxed, sleeping in utter peace. Satisfaction after their weariness had faded lingered at the corners of their eyes and brows; faint blushes colored their cheeks, and their hair spilled messily across the pillows, making them look languid, delicate, and soft.

Clearly, they had been taken care of thoroughly and to their hearts' content.

In the trash bin beside the bed, there was a pile of torn stockings, balled-up tissues, and a few used thin balloons. It was messy, yet it hid the charming traces of three days of entanglement.

Lu Yuan leaned against the headboard and slowly let out a breath of stale air, his whole body comfortable. There was not the slightest fatigue in his eyes; instead, he looked vigorous and radiant, full of life and energy, his blood and vitality surging through him, brimming with inexhaustible stamina.

There was no helping it. With his current cultivation at the eighth-order Middle Rank of the Star Core Realm, his physical body had long since become extraordinary, his vitality value was absurdly high, and his Primal Energy cycle flowed on without end. Being intimate with the women he loved put no pressure on him whatsoever; all that remained was a heart full of ease and pleasure.

He gently lifted the thin blanket and rose with careful movements, afraid of disturbing the women in their sleep. After dressing neatly, he turned and walked into the bathroom, twisting on the shower. Warm water streamed down over him, washing away the languor clinging to his body and leaving