These past few days had been Lin Kuang's most relaxing. Aside from his daily cultivation, he spent his time playing, shopping, and partying with his women, spending money like water. However, none of them were short on cash; spending tens of millions was nothing to them. This makes me feel like a kept man, and I hate it. To reassert his authority, the nights belonged to him. If any of his women seemed unconvinced, he would pay a visit to their room.
Because of this, neither Huo Feifei, Shen Yanyu, nor Shen Yanxia escaped his clutches; they were all taken by him. The same was true for Yao Wenwen. After a show of token resistance, she also became his woman. For six days, Lin Kuang was practically lost in a haven of tenderness, a feeling that needs no further elaboration.
