In the dimly lit suite, three women's bodies were sprawled in disarray.
Qi Sheng picked up his phone and glanced at the time. It was just 8:00 AM.
But for Qi Sheng, who possessed a Max-Level Physique, it was enough to leave him feeling completely refreshed.
Under the showerhead, water streamed down his tall, masculine frame.
His chiseled eight-pack and powerful pecs were on full display, his sex appeal cranked to the max.
His long legs and lengthy Achilles tendons hinted at immense explosive power.
Gu Pan and the other two could certainly attest to that.
Especially when he hit his final stride, a moment they both loved and feared.
After a moment of self-appreciation, Qi Sheng dried himself off.
He changed into a casual suit, custom-tailored for him by Zhou Jiecheng.
Dressed in the suit, Qi Sheng radiated an even greater aura of nobility.
It was the kind of distinguished air only acquired after being tempered by immense wealth.
