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In the early morning, when I opened my eyes again, the spot beside me was already cold, and the beauty was nowhere to be found.
Everything from last night—intense and frantic—seemed like a dream that was far too real.
I rubbed my throbbing temples, got up, and went out onto the balcony, wanting to breathe in the fresh morning air.
My gaze inadvertently swept across the courtyard, causing me to pause slightly.
On the lawn in the center of the courtyard, Jingliu sat cross-legged, her eyes closed, her posture upright like a pine tree, her long silver hair swaying slightly in the morning breeze.
She had changed back into her familiar, imposing blue and black martial attire, exuding an aura of aloofness and sharpness that warned others to stay away. She seemed to be undergoing some profound cultivation, merging with the aura of heaven and earth.
Looking at her—calm and indifferent—it was as if the woman who had pleasurably submitted beneath me last night, even showing a vulnerable side, was a completely different person.
She seemed to have completely forgotten about last night, or perhaps, for her, it really was just a trivial "means" she had to use to achieve her goal?
I couldn't help but chuckle slightly, shaking my head, deciding not to delve any deeper into the mind of this unpredictable Sword Champion.
After washing up, I went to the dining room.
Lingsha had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast for me. Today, she was dressed in appropriate Xianzhou casual clothes, a gentle smile on her face as she handed me a cup of warm soy milk.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the table, Silver Wolf had already arrived uninvited and was showing off at an astonishing speed, her small mouth bulging.
I had just sat down and picked up my chopsticks to grab a piece of fragrant bacon that Lingsha had just fried for me when a silver-gray shadow flashed by—Silver Wolf, with lightning speed, forked the bacon right off my plate and into her mouth, giving me a smug eyebrow raise.
"Hey!" I was about to protest.
"You little glutton!" Just then, Lingsha, carrying a plate of fried eggs from the kitchen, saw this and scolded Silver Wolf with a mixture of helplessness and urgency, "This was specially prepared for my husband!"
With bacon in his mouth, Silver Wolf mumbled back, "He has eggs, that's enough..."
I looked at the two of them, smiled awkwardly, scratched my head, and said to Lingsha, "It's alright, it's alright. If Silver Wolf likes it, let her have it. These eggs are just as good for me."
Lingsha nodded gently and placed the fried eggs in front of me.
And so, ever since Jingliu joined our strange household in such an unquestionable way, a more peculiar and unpredictable way of interacting quietly formed among us.
In the days that followed, Jingliu's "ambushes" on me became almost a daily occurrence.
She seemed completely oblivious to time, place, and occasion.
Perhaps she would appear behind me like a ghost while I was reading in the study, tracing her cold fingers across my neck before pinning me to the carpet without a word; perhaps she would suddenly descend from the sky while I was sunbathing in the courtyard, tapping my forehead lightly with her scabbard as if to signal that it was time to pay my dues; once, I had just stepped out of the bathroom and hadn't even finished dressing when she blocked the door, locking me in with her cold, crimson eyes...
Each of her "ambush" descended suddenly, like a divine soldier descending from the heavens, swift and direct, giving me no chance to react or refuse. I was constantly caught off guard and overwhelmed.
Her demands carried an almost predatory force, as if she were merely performing a routine task—or perhaps conducting a necessary "energy replenishment" or "experimental trial." There was little tenderness in the process; it was mostly pure, intense physical contact.
However, despite Jingliu's somewhat forceful and even domineering "ambushes," she always adhered to an invisible, peculiar boundary—that is, she never interrupted my intimate moments with Silver Wolf and Lingsha.
Whenever I was enjoying a tender moment with Lingsha, or caught in a game with Silver Wolf, even if Jingliu happened to be nearby, she would only give me a cold glance as an observer before silently leaving, never interfering.
It was as if, in her eyes, my intimacy with the other two women had nothing to do with her or what she needed to gain from me.
This peculiar "respect," or rather, "sense of boundaries," adds a layer of absurdity and incomprehensibility to an already complex family dynamic.
The four of us continued to live in the villa in this strange balance.
Time flies, like a white horse passing a crevice.
In the blink of an eye, over a month has passed in this warm, passionate, and occasionally chaotic "family life."
I seemed to have gradually grown accustomed to these days surrounded by stunning beauties, intoxicated by the time spent with Lingsha, Silver Wolf, and the unpredictable Jingliu, who always brought a unique thrill.
That morning, as usual, I strolled leisurely in the villa's courtyard, breathing in the unique morning air of Xianzhou, filled with the scent of grass and a faint sandalwood.
On the lawn not far away, Jingliu sat cross-legged, performing her daily meditation without fail. Her posture remained as upright as a sword, her aura restrained and cold.
Just as I was admiring this tranquil scene and preparing to turn back inside, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly underwent a violent change!
An indescribable, massive surge of power—a mix of vitality and destruction—erupted from Jingliu as the center!
Even the air seemed to freeze!
Jingliu, who was meditating, suddenly opened her eyes. Her cold, crimson eyes were now filled with surprise, uncertainty, and a hint of unbelievable ecstasy!
She looked down at her hands, as if sensing some internal change, and murmured to herself, "This power... is it 'Abundance'? Could it be... it's done?"