"You foolish woman," Yang Feilong said to Luo Yujiao, looking at her beautiful face with a sigh.
"Hehe," Luo Yujiao giggled shyly. "Why aren't you with Yimo?"
"She's just experienced it for the first time, she's asleep," Yang Feilong replied. "Now, it's time to punish you!"
"You're giving me a beautiful woman and you still want to punish me?" Luo Yujiao laughed foolishly.
"You didn't ask for my opinion and you're attracting trouble for me. If I don't punish you, how can I maintain my authority as husband?" Yang Feilong snorted. "Vixen, prepare to die!"
"Husband, spare me..."
...
Luo Yujiao enjoyed coming up with scenarios that would please Yang Feilong during their intimate moments, such as role-playing.
Because of this, Yang Feilong never found himself bored when he was with Luo Yujiao. Not to mention, Luo Yujiao was the kind of woman who was as soft and alluring as boneless.
...
Lou Yimo woke up early the next morning. She looked beside her and saw no one. She shook her head, her brows furrowing. "Was everything that happened last night just a dream?"
As soon as she moved, she felt a surge of pain.
"Hiss," Lou Yimo winced, then a hint of shy joy appeared on her face.
This proved that it wasn't a dream, otherwise, it wouldn't feel so real.
Just then, a voice said, "I told you to take some pills to recover, but you refused."
The speaker was Yang Feilong, who walked in with a doting expression.
"I just wanted to remember this moment," Lou Yimo stuck out her tongue, saying shyly.
"Alright, get up and eat something!" Yang Feilong shook his head. Women, their thoughts were hard to fathom. He said softly.
After all, it was Lou Yimo's first time experiencing such things last night. Yang Feilong was excellent when it came to caring for his women.
"I want you to kiss me," Lou Yimo said softly, her face flushed.
She wanted to experience that feeling of being pampered.
Yang Feilong naturally obliged. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. Seeing Lou Yimo pout, seemingly unsatisfied, Yang Feilong smiled and kissed her on the lips. But at that moment, a small tongue snaked out, entwining with his.
Thus, Yang Feilong engaged in a French kiss with her.
He only stopped when Lou Yimo was almost breathless.
"Little darling, get up," Yang Feilong stroked her cheek, which felt incredibly tender and soft.
"Mmhmm," Lou Yimo responded obediently.
She felt very happy and content.
She got up and freshened up.
Yang Feilong accompanied her, and then they went to eat.
The dining room.
"I thought you two would only come out when the food got cold," Luo Yujiao teased with a smile.
"Sister Yujiao," Lou Yimo's face instantly turned red.
She was filled with gratitude towards Luo Yujiao.
Although the process of dating was skipped and they went straight to the main event, she didn't feel any regret because they had experienced so many things together.
If Luo Yujiao hadn't created an opportunity for her yesterday, she really wouldn't have known if she would have had a chance to be with Yang Feilong in the future, because as far as she knew, quite a few women desired her man.
Take herself, for example. If Luo Yujiao hadn't actively helped, and if she herself hadn't been proactive, this man, who seemed flirtatious but actually had a clear bottom line, might not have even noticed her.
"Tsk tsk, blushing, are we! Quickly sit down and eat. See if my cooking suits your taste," Luo Yujiao said with a smile.
"Mmhmm," Lou Yimo sat down obediently. In her heart, Luo Yujiao was Yang Feilong's primary wife, and she was a concubine. Well, she would consider herself a concubine, she wouldn't compete with Luo Yujiao for status, especially since she had no face to do so.
"Wow, Sister Yujiao, your breakfast is so delicious!"
"If it's delicious, eat more," Luo Yujiao said with a smile, also adding a pair of chopsticks for Yang Feilong.
The three of them ate Luo Yujiao's breakfast, chatting and laughing.
Luo Yujiao's breakfast was delicious, very delicious. Although Yang Feilong could also cook, he was still no match for Luo Yujiao, and the gap was not small.
Looking at the two beautiful women, Luo Yujiao and Lou Yimo, eating breakfast, Yang Feilong felt his mood lift.
He naturally liked Lou Yimo too. Her temperament was very good, and her appearance bore a slight resemblance to his master, Bai Yidie. Of course, he didn't see Lou Yimo as his master.
They were different individuals, and their personalities were also somewhat different.
"By the way, after eating, I need to go to the police station," Yang Feilong said. "I'll come back early."
"What are you going there for?" Lou Yimo asked curiously.
"It's not about the reward from yesterday, is it?" Luo Yujiao also asked.
"It should be!" Yang Feilong nodded. "After all, I played a part in eliminating that flower thief yesterday."
"It's more than just a small part," Luo Yujiao said with a smile.
"You're the one who killed him, that's the whole credit," Lou Yimo also said with a foolish smile. "Our men are so outstanding."
"Indeed," Luo Yujiao agreed, smiling.
Yang Feilong smiled as he listened to his two women praise him. Honestly, this happy atmosphere made him reluctant to leave. He thought, if Han Yun were also here, with his three women by his side, it would truly be a feast for the senses.
He sighed inwardly, feeling unworthy of having three women of such beauty and grace devoted to him alone.
But then, thinking of Li Yufei, whom he would soon encounter, he sighed again.
The last time he spoke with Li Yufei, he only had two women. Now, his issue with her hadn't even been resolved, and he had already gained another woman.
"If she finds out, I'm afraid..."
Yang Feilong didn't quite know how to face Li Yufei!
Did he like Li Yufei? Of course, he did. If he didn't, he would have cut ties with her decisively before. But he couldn't just take in every woman he met, could he? What would that make him!
...
After breakfast, Yang Feilong bid farewell to the two women and headed to the police station.
"Feilong," Lin Yunxi greeted Yang Feilong.
"You look rosy-cheeked and seem to be in a good mood!" Lin Yunxi observed Yang Feilong with a half-smile.
"I'm doing alright!" Yang Feilong gave a dry chuckle.
For some reason, looking at Lin Yunxi made him feel a bit guilty, possibly related to upsetting her and the words he had spoken the previous night when they were all eating together.
"Too happy to return," Lin Yunxi snorted.
"?" Yang Feilong didn't quite understand why Lin Yunxi used that idiom, but upon reflection, he thought it was quite fitting.
Having a woman on each arm did indeed make him reluctant to leave. But why did her words sound so melancholic?