Luo Xiu slept until he woke naturally, and by the time he did, it was already past seven in the evening.
He lay on his back in bed, savoring the last bits of warmth from the covers, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he let out a long sigh.
The medicinal herbs he'd obtained from Wan Yao Hall and Boss Huang, along with those given by Su Guobang, had barely restored the medicinal strength of the Qihuang Technique to fifty percent. But due to Lin Xiyue last night, it had all been depleted again, down to the last drop.
"HISS..."
Luo Xiu drew in a sharp breath, enduring the ineffable soreness and weakness throughout his body as he struggled to get out of bed.
The laughter and playful noises of the women downstairs could be heard clearly even from the third floor.
After a quick wash and tidy-up, he went downstairs.
The five women were gathered around the table, enjoying hotpot amid lively chatter and laughter.
