Soon, Su Mu felt himself lying on a soft bed, with a faint fragrance and the unique scent of a woman filling his nostrils, constantly assaulting his state of mind and soul.
However, despite being drunk and his mind a bit hazy, fortunately, his physique was strong enough not to completely lose consciousness.
After a while, Su Mu slowly opened his eyes, seeing the bed curtains before him. He shook his head, supported himself on the bed with both hands, and sat up.
He began to circulate his cultivation technique to dispel the intoxication constantly challenging his mental defenses.
Creak—
The door was pushed open.
A woman slowly walked in and gently closed the door behind her.
Through the window, strands of moonlit candlelight fell on the woman through the thin window veil.
