"Splish, splash! Splish, splash! Splish, splash!"
Water splashed, and mottled silhouettes appeared against the door and windows. Only after more than an hour of fierce battle did the door open again.
Yang Ming emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed, with Hu Liena following close behind him like a little bird nestled against its mate. Her flushed face looked all the more alluring. The fragrance of perfume drifted through the air and into his nose, reminding him of their battle just now and sending a little ripple through his heart.
When he looked back, Hu Liena's wet hair lay over her fair shoulders, still giving off wisps of steam. She held a towel in one hand, wiping away the droplets. Wrapped in a red dress, she radiated a seductive air, like a fully ripened peach waiting to be plucked.
Seeing Yang Ming turn around, Hu Liena gave him a sweet smile.
Seductiveness was bred into Hu Liena's very bones. Every little smile and frown seemed capable of stirring the worms in any man's belly, leaving Yang Ming's mouth a little dry.
After steadying himself, Yang Ming walked into the living room as though nothing had happened. Several dishes already sat on the dining table, but the sizzle of cooking still came from the kitchen. Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu were clearly still preparing the meal.
Even ordinary Spirit Masters ate far more than normal people, and his four wives had astonishing appetites. Each could devour an entire cow. That was no exaggeration: the higher a Spirit Master's level, the greater their consumption. This was why Food Spirit Masters held such strategic importance. Otherwise, once war broke out, merely transporting provisions would be an enormous burden for the side without them.
Of course, now that Yang Ming had reached the