The first pale-yellow rays of dawn fell gently across his face. Zhao Fu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the lovely bodies lying around him, as well as the two beauties in his arms—one the cold and proud Frost, the other the seductive and sexy LeBlanc. Zhao Fu gave a bitter smile.
Frost slowly woke, her face flushed crimson. Her beautiful eyes glanced at Zhao Fu, and she could not help but ask, "Imperial Son! Can you let us leave with our husband now?"
Zhao Fu frowned slightly and said in a commanding voice, "I do not like other people touching my women, and I do not like the way you address me."
Frost sighed inwardly. She had already foreseen something of her future fate and understood that now that Zhao Fu had taken her body, she was of no use to Long Yang and could no longer become his woman. All she could do now was resign herself to her fate.
"Then, Husband! Can you spare Long Yang? He truly treated us well before. This concubine asks that you spare him once; from now on, this concubine will serve you with all her heart and soul." Frost blushed as she hugged Zhao Fu and spoke.
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Fu said, "At most, I can leave him here. Whether he lives or dies will depend entirely on himself."
Frost understood that this was already the best possible outcome, so she softly acknowledged it. Looking at the unconscious Long Yang in the distance, she had never imagined that the bodies the seven of them had preserved for him all this time would be taken by another man right before his eyes, along with the wanton way the seven of them had behaved last night.
Thinking of this,