But Fang Cheng didn't want to choose at all.
The strong never let themselves be bound by worldly rules and restrictions.
Enjoying the blessing of many lovers or being devoted to just one—those are only moral shackles the social order forcibly clamps onto the weak.
Since he possessed Strength beyond ordinary people, he had enough confidence to keep these two utterly different bonds firmly sheltered beneath his wings, letting no one lay a finger on them.
And he was just as sure he could give them happy, fulfilling lives.
The sound of water in the bathroom gradually faded.
Not long after, Zhou Xiumei pushed the door open and came out.
She had changed into that light blue dress; her damp hair was wrapped in a towel, and her cheeks held the rosy flush of a fresh shower.
The faint, clean fragrance of shower gel drifted through the air.
"Brother Cheng, what time is it?"
Zhou Xiumei asked as she unwrapped the towel and started drying her hair.
