Volume One, Chapter Ninety-One
The eight mature beauties stretched both hands forward, and the light orbs between their palms flew toward Zhao Fu, gathering before his mouth.
Zhao Fu opened his mouth, and the eight light orbs burrowed into it. A powerful, scorching force radiated from his body; if others encountered such power, their bodies might even be burned.
But Zhao Fu was different. This force had no effect on him whatsoever.
Yet Zhao Fu put on an extremely pained expression, falling to the ground and struggling. The eight mature beauties were alarmed and hurried forward to examine his body, only for Zhao Fu to pin them beneath him in one sweep.
The third day!
The mature beauty said with a red face, "You bastard, you actually had your eye on us too."
The sunny beauty gave a light snort. "What a waste—I even had a bit of a favorable impression of you before!"
The glamorous woman smiled. "Actually, I think this is fine too. It has been a long time since we were this happy. We only have one year left to live anyway, so we might as well indulge ourselves once."
The gentle beauty said, "Mm, but this matter cannot be leaked."
The mature beauty said, "Fine! We only have one year left anyway. There's nothing wrong with enjoying ourselves more during this year."
Zhao Fu said with a smile, "May I say something?"
The mature beauty said, "What does a brat like you want to say?"
Zhao Fu said with a smile, "I said I wouldn't let you die, and I won't let you die."
The glamorous woman sighed. "I know you don't want that, but this is our fate. You cannot change it."
The pure beauty said, "Meeting you in our final days feels rather nice.