The three women froze, their eyes widening as the intrusion broke the spell. Shen Yu glanced at the exhausted beauties surrounding him, Meng Yan and Xu Yi were nearly dead to the world, and Lixue was trembling with unspent adrenaline. With a low, frustrated sigh, he withdrew from her heat.
Plop.
He stood from the bed, his muscles rippling under a layer of sweat, and wrapped a dark towel loosely around his waist.
He pulled the door open just a crack. Standing there was a young maid, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of him. As she gazed at the steamy, bronze expanse of his chest and the sheer, sovereign intensity of his presence, the words died in her throat.
Shen Yu leaned against the doorframe, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips. "Hmm? What is it?"
