Su Li pushed open the front door of No. 18 Golden Broom Avenue.
The three-story villa was exceptionally spacious. The hall was carpeted in thick wool, soft beneath the feet.
Saina ran down the stairs barefoot.
She wore an exceedingly thin silk slip dress, and swaths of snowy white flesh crashed straight into Su Li's line of sight.
At twenty-five, Saina had long shed the innocence of her village-girl days. Her figure had filled out to the utmost, with every place that ought to have curves extravagantly endowed.
The silk dress could not conceal her proud curves at all. As she ran, the two snowy-white mounds on her chest bounced violently.
This woman came up with new ways to torment him every day.
Saina threw herself directly into Su Li's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Where have you been fooling around until now?" Saina asked, her arms looped around his neck.
"I ran into a woman with a screw loose." Supporting her pert backside, Su Li casually gave her smooth thigh a squeeze.
It felt incredible; her skin was flawless and silky-soft.
"Was she pretty?" Saina straightened up.
As she thrust out her chest, the straps slipped beneath her shoulders, revealing a dazzling expanse of snowy white without reservation.
"Not as fair as you," Su Li answered honestly. "Her perfume was so strong it had me sneezing nonstop."
To hell with the count's daughter.
These old nobles really thought they were something, as if tossing him a few scraps meant Su Li would come running over to be their dog.
He had piles of Gold Coins and a twenty-seven-cubic-meter Space Ring. He had come into this life to enjoy it—no one was going to make him bow his head.
"Today is the Flower God Festival." Saina traced circles