Even the brightest bulb must eventually flicker out; the clinging cousin, Huang Qian, finally fell asleep.

The clock hands had already swept past midnight, and Wang Zhuo couldn't help but sigh at how chatty the girl truly was! Tiptoeing into Qi Fei and Guan Yingying’s room, he found the two were still whispering softly, though yawns were starting to punctuate their conversation.

“The elder cousin is asleep?” Guan Yingying teased him with a smile, her energy momentarily lifted.

Wang Zhuo chuckled, walked to the bedside, and dove under the covers. “She’s out. You could hear her snoring two walls over—deep as a log!” The warmth of the bedding, carrying a subtle, sweet scent of women, immediately eased his body and mind. As he shifted, soft textures met him on either side, offering supreme comfort.

Qi Fei chided playfully, “Stop talking nonsense. No teenage girl snores like you describe.”

“Really, don’t believe me? Go listen outside,” Wang Zhuo continued his fabrication.

“Is that so? I’ll go listen then,” Qi Fei said, already sitting up, preparing to swing her legs out of bed.

“Where are you running off to?” Wang Zhuo grinned wickedly and reached out, grabbing the sides of her sleep shorts. Following her upward movement, a pair of perfectly rounded, snow-white orbs were revealed in a crescent shape, separated by a ravishingly deep valley.

“Ah!” Qi Fei gave a small gasp and quickly reached down to pull her shorts up. Her sudden motion threw her off balance, causing her to tumble backward onto **.

A mischievous hand immediately slid down into the valley. She struggled violently, wriggling her hips, but that hand clung to her skin like a leech—impossible to shake off, only adhering more intensely.

Seeing her shorts about to be yanked down entirely, she could only offer a helpless plea: “Stop messing around, let me use the restroom first!”

The bothersome hand playfully hooked and tugged: “Be right back?”

“Right back!” The sensation made her entire body go soft, wishing desperately she could find a crack in the floor to disappear into.

The fingers toyed with her for a few more moments before withdrawing. “Fine, off you go then.”

Qi Fei fled, her face flushed. Though the room was dark, Guan Yingying could easily picture her embarrassment. Teasingly, she snickered from under the covers.

Wang Zhuo turned over triumphantly, settling into a supine position, and reached over to the side near her.

Qi Fei’s backside was large and plush, offering a sensation of fullness when touched. Guan Yingying’s, however, was moderate—firm, pert, and wonderfully elastic. Wang Zhuo easily slipped his hand inside the thin silk of her panties, savoring the resilient feel as he kneaded it lovingly.

Soon, a warm, soft hand groped its way over. Wang Zhuo slightly arched his waist, allowing her to pull down his sleep shorts, surrendering his own readiness.

Simultaneously, he brushed against the intimate softness beneath her clothes…

When Qi Fei returned from the restroom, the real show was just beginning. She had intended to quietly observe from outside for a moment, but as she tiptoed to the doorway and peeked in, she saw Wang Zhuo beckoning her with a wide, knowing grin.

, Wang Zhuo was leaning against the headboard in a familiar posture, a large mound of bedding piled in the center of the bed, obscuring his lower half, which was rising and falling rhythmically.

Given her understanding of Wang Zhuo, even if she used her knees to think, she could guess what was happening before her!

Her heart pounded violently. She walked softly into the room, turned, locked the door, and then slowly sat down by the edge of the bed.

Wang Zhuo’s face radiated a familiar smile—one mixed with satisfaction, delight, happiness, and mischief. It was the smile that often left her helpless, the smile that made her want to dig her nails into him.

Yet, what intrigued Qi Fei most at that moment was Guan Yingying’s demeanor. She was immensely curious what scene she would uncover when she lifted the covers.

As she pondered this, Wang Zhuo pulled his left hand from under the covers and winked at her, signaling her to reach in.

Qi Fei hesitated slightly, then a playful impulse took hold. She leaned toward Wang Zhuo and slid her left hand in at the angle he had indicated.

She quickly encountered a highly elastic object. Perhaps because it was covered by the blanket, a faint film of sweat coated the surface, making the sensation slightly sluggish. It was too large to be fully encompassed by her palm, trembling slightly with the rising and falling motion, feeling heavy and weighty.

Wang Zhuo grinned at her conspiratorially; she returned a silent smile and mischievously squeezed.

The squeeze caused the undulations under the blanket to halt instantly. A hand rapidly covered hers, kneading twice before suddenly grasping her wrist.

Qi Fei burst into muffled laughter. Just as she tried to pull her hand free, an unexpected turn occurred: the tightly held quilt suddenly flipped up and lunged toward her. Startled, she tried to dodge, but Wang Zhuo hooked his arm around her shoulder and pressed down, instantly trapping her beneath the covers!

Underneath the blanket, the space immediately began to churn violently, as if a pot of water were boiling. Wang Zhuo grinned widely, occasionally helping to press down on the corners of the quilt as they lifted. Guan Yingying, being accustomed to exercise, and knowing Qi Fei’s weakness for tickling, managed to subdue her in just over two minutes.

Wang Zhuo then turned back, picked up two bottles from the headboard, and distributed them with a sly grin, one to each side.

These were the special sport drink bottles—the kind that wouldn’t leak even when uncapped, requiring suction or squeezing to dispense water. Wang Zhuo had slipped out specifically to procure these while Qi Fei was in the restroom; even Guan Yingying hadn’t noticed.

Receiving the bottles, both women paused in surprise. However, it must be noted that none of Wang Zhuo’s women lacked intelligence. When Guan Yingying realized hers contained warm water, and Qi Fei discovered hers held ice water, they understood Wang Zhuo’s intent without needing a reminder!

The winter sun always rose late, allowing lazy fellows like Wang Zhuo a bit more time in bed.

The structures of men and women are vastly different. After a night of indulgence, the women the next day looked radiant, more energized than if they had just had ten rounds of SPA, showing none of the fatigue from lost sleep.

As for Wang Zhuo? Fortunately, he was young and possessed strong kidneys and stamina; otherwise, his legs would certainly have felt weak when walking!

“Cousin, are you coming shopping with us?!”

“No way! I hate walking aimlessly!”

“Hmph, suit yourself!”

While Huang Qian retreated to her room to change, Guan Yingying quietly asked with a chuckle, “Why the languor? Worn out from last night?”

“How could I be?” Wang Zhuo waved dismissively. “Ever heard of Guan Yu passing five passes and slaying six generals? Or Zhao Zilong charging in and out of Changban Slope seven times? Or Zhang Yide single-handedly blocking the bridge at Dangyang? Don’t mention the two of you; even if seven, eight, or nine more joined, I could handle them all!”

“Chen, wait a moment.” Guan Yingying shaded her eyes and scanned the room. “Where’s Niu? Let me find him first.”

Qi Fei merely pursed her lips and smiled, a faint flush still lingering on her cheeks, clearly not yet fully accustomed to the previous night’s exploits.

“That was amazing…” Wang Zhuo settled into the most comfortable position possible, collapsing onto the sofa, his face filled with blissful intoxication.

Guan Yingying chuckled and said to Qi Fei, “Sister, look how pleased with himself he is.”

Qi Fei sighed softly and shook her head. “Truly, I must have owed him in a past life.”

Wang Zhuo let out a dry chuckle, speaking with lingering desire, “It’s a pity we have two little light bulbs; otherwise, a morning bite would have made it perfect.”

“A morning bite? What’s that?” Guan Yingying, who had spent the least time overnight with Wang Zhuo, had never heard this novel term.

Qi Fei got up to leave: “Let him explain it to you. I’m going to wipe down my shoes!”

“Tell me, what is a morning bite?” Guan Yingying looked toward Siyuan and Huang Qian’s bedroom and urged Wang Zhuo.

“This ‘morning bite’—it’s rather complex to explain,” Wang Zhuo adopted a thoughtful expression. “How about this—words are not as good as deeds. I’ll give you a ten-minute demonstration!”

“Alright then, hurry up!” Guan Yingying nodded repeatedly.

Qi Fei, just reaching the shoe rack, nearly tripped. Looking back with a mixture of frustration and amusement, she watched the great trickster Wang Zhuo escort the innocent young lady into the bedroom, even turning back to lock the door. She felt an urge to scream!

Two minutes later, Siyuan and Huang Qian had changed and left their room. Seeing that Instructor Wang was gone from the living room, they asked Qi Fei.

Qi Fei was forced to cover for them, muttering inwardly as she said, “He and Yingying have some academic matters to discuss; it will only take a few minutes.” Huang Qian nodded, completely believing it, and settled onto the sofa, grabbing a large mango from the table to eat. Siyuan, knowing Wang Zhuo well, immediately guessed the nature of the ‘academic discussion’ and cheerfully ran back into the bedroom.

Beyond the three bedrooms lay the residence’s rooftop garden, but the outside was already a kingdom of ice and snow. However, such minor details couldn’t stop the genius girl. She quietly opened a window, extended a dressing mirror out, and used the reflection to observe the ‘academic discussion’ next door.

Wang Zhuo had just finished teaching Guan Yingying the trick of sounding out the word ‘bite’ by separating it into its left and right components. Guan Yingying cried out that she’d been tricked but accepted the lollipop the strange uncle offered.

Siyuan was grinning widely while peeking when footsteps sounded behind her. She quickly retracted the mirror and hid behind the window frame, turning to see Huang Qian entering.

Taking a bite of the large mango, the cousin innocently asked, “What are you doing?” Siyuan’s eyes darted around, and she replied with a smile, “Looking at the snowscape. When the sun shines bright, the scene of red and white is especially enchanting. Don’t you think the mood of this line of poetry is wonderful?”

“It is quite fitting,” Huang Qian nodded. “But it looks like it’s still overcast outside; it hasn't cleared yet!”

Siyuan coughed awkwardly, realizing that Instructor Wang’s spontaneous verse wasn't something everyone could deploy successfully; her own small attempt had failed!

Meanwhile, Wang Zhuo’s mood at that very moment was indeed ‘especially enchanting’—his first round of ‘Landlord’ had reached a completely satisfying conclusion!

At exactly nine o’clock, the female bodyguards arrived punctually and escorted Wang Zhuo’s legion of beauties away.

Wang Zhuo remained alone at home, planning to take a second nap. It was then he understood why a male lion needed fourteen hours of sleep a day—it turned out the pleasure-seeking with his harem was simply too exhausting!