Rumble...
Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window. Raindrops the size of soybeans battered the roof with a crackling patter.
Xie Jinhuan lay in bed, his head swimming. He had no idea how long had passed before he slowly awoke. Before his mind cleared, he became aware of soft warmth on either side.
The figure on his left was rather grand: a statuesque, six-foot frame complemented by breasts bigger than her head, immensely satisfying to hold. His hand slid down her waist, encountering delicate skin with no clothing in the way, then a full, pert Western Regions Full Moon. The feel instantly made him forget where or when he was... On his right was an entirely different experience. Her petite, exquisite figure was soft and supple, carrying a faint maidenly fragrance. Her tender skin felt like silk, yet she was abundantly full where she ought to be. Since he was tall and long-limbed, he could hold her in his arms and reach along her ribs to her belly. Farther down was a place where not a blade of grass grew... Who was this...
Ling'er?
No, Ling'er was round and luscious, not this petite...
Xiao Biao...
Holy shit?!
Xie Jinhuan abruptly came to his senses, opened his eyes, and looked around. There was no flower sea anywhere, only a fairly ordinary bedroom. Thunder and rain raged outside, lighting the room in alternating flashes of brightness and darkness. He could make out robes hanging on a clothes rack, but they were not what he had worn while meditating earlier. He was lying naked in bed, his left arm around the red-haired, green-eyed Sister Guo, who was equally bare, her heavy Western Regions Milk Melons pressing directly against his chest.
Xiao Biao, still wearing her hair in braids, lay on the outer