The main house of the Su Mansion.
Su Yu withdrew his hand from Yang Zhen's soft peaks, smoothing her disheveled black hair.
Yesterday's wild passion, which had lasted from the afternoon deep into the night, had been a complete release for all his pent-up stress, leaving him feeling utterly refreshed.
However, the tempestuous affair had clearly worn Zhen'Er out. She was now curled up like a lazy kitten under the brocade quilt, fast asleep.
Su Yu didn't wake her, slipping silently out of bed.
After dressing and washing up, he opened the door and stepped into the courtyard. No matter how he had indulged the night before, his daily morning fist practice was a routine carved into his very bones—unbreakable.
[Mountain-Shaking Demon Ape Fist Skill Level +25]
[Mountain-Shaking Demon Ape Fist Skill Level +25]
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「An hour later.」
"Brother Su, breakfast is ready. Go wash up and come eat."
