The girls, however, knew their place. Without any signal from Jiang Lan, they dared not make any bold moves, nor did they harbor any hope of earning his favor. They all remained perfectly proper.
Dressed in black, You'Er was like a shadow hiding in the darkness. Her eyes were fixed on the pool, ready to intervene at the slightest hint of an improper move from the young women.
While Jiang Lan was no Ascetic Monk, he truly had no interest in these young women.
Still, the pressure of their massage was just right. As he relaxed, a wave of drowsiness washed over him. 'Is it because I'm finally letting my guard down, or is it the flower petals in the water?'
For a moment, Jiang Lan's thoughts grew hazy. Soon, his half-closed eyelids grew heavier until he seemed to have truly drifted off to sleep.
Seeing Jiang Lan seemingly asleep, the young women exchanged glances. They hesitated, afraid any large movement might startle him awake, and wondered if they should quietly withdraw.
