In an opulent boudoir, embroidered curtains hung low as an alluring fragrance permeated the air.
Ye Xinglan, Ye Binghua, Meng Qingyu, and Qin Yanran had long since woken up. All of them had disheveled hair and flushed faces, their dazzlingly fair bodies completely bare and on full display.
Lying in their midst, Ling Changqing kept his eyes shut. His hands were wrapped around the smooth, firm waists of Ye Xinglan and Meng Qingyu, making it seem as if he were still sound asleep.
'…I never thought we'd see a day like this.'
Ye Xinglan blinked her beautiful eyes, speaking to Meng Qingyu via Divine Thought.
'Mmm, perhaps… this is just fate?'
Meng Qingyu sighed faintly, her smooth, delicate hand gently caressing Ling Changqing's chest.
