The pillow fight had ended with Cui Ciyou being jointly "subdued" by his three lovely wives.
Feathers danced through the air, accompanied by the girls' bright, sweet laughter.
"Phew... I'm all sweaty. I'm going to take a bath."
Cui Ciyou wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised a hand in a show of weakness, and asked with a teasing smile, "Would any lovely lady care to join her husband in the bath and scrub his back?"
His answer came in the form of three pillows flying unerringly at him from different directions, along with Sylphy, Roxy, and Alice's indignant chorus: "In your dreams!"
Cui Ciyou smiled helplessly as he looked at his three wives, each charming in her own way, and warmth welled up in his heart.
This was the everyday life he wanted to protect.
Mist filled the spacious bathroom.
The room was almost half the size of an ordinary family's living room.
At its center stood a huge bath large enough for seven or eight people. Cui Ciyou connected to a Magic Crystal, drawing on its magic power to cast Fire Magic and Water Magic together and produce hot water.
The water reflected his well-defined body, his muscles sleek and powerful, every inch of his skin seeming to hold explosive strength.
He submerged himself in the warm water and let out a long breath, washing away the day's exhaustion.
Yet even as he enjoyed himself, a problem quietly surfaced in his mind.
When this mansion was built, the pursuit of efficiency had meant leaving out many convenient fittings.
This bathroom, for instance, had no pipes, no faucets, and no drainage system.
Anyone who knew magic had to conjure the water themselves.
Draining it required a combined fire-and-earth Geothermal Evaporation Spell, which turned the entire bath into steam