Zhao Chi said, "I'll listen to you."
Gu Qing stared into Zhao Chi's eyes. "If you're really tired, My Lord, just tell me. I won't let you work yourself to exhaustion."
Zhao Chi smiled. "I'm fine. Time is of the essence. Let's get started right away."
「The next day at 10 AM.」
Zhao Chi woke up, exhausted.
He was alone in the room. He had no idea what the three of them were up to.
Sunlight streamed through the cracks of the wooden window, illuminating patches of half-dried stains on the bed.
Zhao Chi stripped the sheets and mattress cover off the bed. 'I'll put on a fresh set later.'
He had underestimated the power of his perfect-10 looks.
He had also underestimated the power of the three of them—Gu Qing and the others.
'Honestly, these past 20 hours have been like heaven.'
'After going at it continuously for so long, this was a real, thorough indulgence.'
