When Lin Qi and Yun were reunited, Yu Lian was lying sprawled across an absurdly luxurious bed in the master bedroom of the main building at 113 Victory Avenue. The bed was so enormous it defied description—so huge that it had driven every other piece of furniture, including the dressing table, wardrobe, and sofas, out of the bedroom and into the lounge outside.
It was a huge bed that nearly occupied the entire master bedroom, fitted with specially made mattresses, sheets and quilts, as well as custom wraparound pillows and cushions—a bed designed to accommodate dozens of men and women tossing about upon it.
The sleeping Yu Lian suddenly shuddered and woke up.
He blinked, recovering a little clarity from last night's absurd delirium. Then he looked down and saw the sleeping woman's face, as beautiful as an elven goddess's. He took a deep breath, and his body once more brimmed with masculine vigor.
"Praise every lovely goddess—she's too beautiful! Ah, this truly is Lord Yu Lian's good fortune!"
Drool trickled from the corner of Yu Lian's mouth. He had never imagined that, only a few days after moving into this residence, a large household would suddenly move into the enormous mansion next door at Number 111. And at their head was this silver-haired beauty.
What surprised Yu Lian even more was that when he came home from the tax bureau yesterday evening, he had run into this beauty at the door and merely exchanged a few flirtatious words with her.
Fortunately, Lin Qi had remade his body, granting him the physique of a Holy Knight and powerful battle qi. Though he had not undergone the tempering of heavenly tribulation energy, Yu Lian, who possessed the giant bloodline from within Xuan Lan, still had physical strength beyond imagination. Facing this