On the luxurious bed, Gao Xuan silently slipped out from the entangled limbs of the two women.
Helen, feeling the absence of one person, opened her eyes and glanced at Gao Xuan.
Gao Xuan gestured to Helen to rest assuredly, and Helen, feeling a bit empty, moved forward to embrace Su Min on one side.
The silky Su Min felt comfortable to hold. Helen playfully pinched Su Min twice, and the extremely exhausted Su Min softly hummed, leaning towards Helen instead.
Su Min's slender and exquisite figure, in a beautiful wheat color, embraced with Helen's top-grade figure and snow-white skin, created a subtle contrast in skin tone, figure, and looks, making Gao Xuan feel a surge of warmth in his heart.
However, business is ultimately more important.
The petite swordsman Su Min is also not a match. Let her pass for now.
Gao Xuan took a box from the secret compartment by the bed and moved to the adjacent quiet room.
Staying at Helen's place, of course, there's a cultivation quiet room.
