After Lu Chen returned to the Capital city, he went straight to Chu Yuqin's bedchamber.
Chu Yuqin was standing at the entrance of the bedchamber. Seeing Lu Chen rush over to where she lived without another word, she felt a bit hesitant for a moment.
Sure enough, it was just as she had thought. Lu Chen had hurried back so anxiously precisely to do that kind of thing with her.
Lu Chen was fine in every other way; it was just that his lechery was simply etched into his bones. Yet for them, as Clones of the Ancestor of the Strange, this was actually a good thing.
As long as Lu Chen always had this flaw, they could make use of it to hold him in the palm of their hands, letting him provide them with a constant stream of vitality and help them grow stronger.
But the moment she thought about how she was about to do that kind of thing with Lu Chen again, to be pressed under this little man's body, Chu Yuqin suddenly felt a bit hesitant.
