Two days later.
The first light of dawn appeared.
In Nangong Yue's room, Chen Mo gently opened his eyes, then felt a slight numbness in both of his arms.
Looking down, his chest was covered with a mass of black hair. Then, glancing to his left and right, he found Nangong Xue and Nangong Yue each resting their heads on one of his arms, with half of their bodies draped over him, weariness and pain faintly showing between their brows.
The two stunning and identical faces reminded Chen Mo of the past couple of days' events.
Since that night, the three hadn't left the room for the past two days, continuously engaging in dual cultivation.
Chen Mo sat up and looked around.
The room was in disarray; the tea set originally on the table was knocked over onto the floor, the long table was also overturned, with bras and panties strewn everywhere.
It was then that Chen Mo remembered.
Their cultivation space wasn't entirely confined to the bed...
