Early that morning, Liu Changxu finally stirred awake from his exhausted slumber after battling with his wives for more than twenty days.
With Wu Xuege joining this "battle between husband and wives," Liu Changxu could no longer enjoy the ease and leisure he once had. This bout had truly worn him out.
At that moment, he and Wu Xuege were locked in a tight embrace. Her hair brushed softly against his cheeks, tickling him.
Behind him, Zhao Qi'er's two small hands clung to his sturdy waist like supple vines, as though she feared he would vanish the instant she let go.
Across the bed, Xiao Zier and the other women lay sprawled every which way. Their skin glowed enchantingly in the faint morning light, and their disheveled hair lent them a charm all its own.
As Liu Changxu gazed at his wives' beautiful, alluring bodies, their graceful curves and skin so delicate a breath might break it, heat surged through his heart.
His gaze wandered over them, every detail making his heart stir, as though the flames of desire hidden deep within him had been kindled anew.
Yet the thought of his still-aching old back forced Liu Changxu to suppress that desire, however fiercely it burned.
Perhaps sensing her husband's gaze, blazing like a torch, Wu Xuege slowly opened her eyes. They brimmed with tenderness as she said softly:
"You're awake, husband!"
"Mm! I'll head out first. You all sleep a little longer!"
As he spoke, Liu Changxu tried to rise. However, Zhao Qi'er held him especially tightly from behind, and he could not bear to disturb her sweet dreams. With no other choice, he remained lying down.
As Liu Changxu looked at Wu Xuege's peerlessly beautiful face, his heart fluttered, and he could not resist planting a kiss on