Ruan Mingqing didn't understand medicine, but she had heard that the brief period a man experienced after climax was called the refractory period.

So, when she noticed Wang Zhuo seemed a bit preoccupied, she didn't read too much into it, nor did it upset her; instead, she became even more tender and attentive in her caresses and kisses.

Wang Zhuo’s mood at that moment could only be described as a mix of laughter and tears. He should have been angry that the most private moment had been spied upon, but he simply couldn't muster any ire, because Ning Yao was the kind of woman who could captivate any man—perhaps that was one of the privileges of beauty?

Though his intimacy with Ruan Mingqing was perfectly attuned, Wang Zhuo was chagrined to realize how little he knew about other aspects of her, leaving him guessing how she would react upon learning she had been watched.

Wang Zhuo quickly decided to act as if nothing had happened; after all, Ning Yao had only watched, she wouldn't tell anyone, nor had she taken any photos or videos!

He was lost in rapid thought, while Ruan Mingqing mistook his absorption for laziness and playfully slapped him.

"You rascal."

After scolding him, she turned over, and Wang Zhuo immediately felt enveloped by warmth, with something soft and supple moving gently against him.

"Hey?" he managed, both amused and frustrated, "I'll just go rinse off in the pool!"

Ruan Mingqing turned back, offering him a brilliant smile: "It's alright, it's not dirty."

Wang Zhuo could only give her shoulder a wry pat, relaxing his body and letting her take the lead.

As for whether something was 'dirty' or not, it was truly a matter of perspective. Take, for instance, some ethnic groups who habitually knead dough with their feet because they consider their hands less hygienic than their feet; yet, the vast majority of people could not accept such a custom. Imagine the feeling if you knew the steamed buns you bought on the street had been kneaded by feet?

In any case, Ruan Mingqing certainly didn't find Wang Zhuo 'dirty.' While keeping an eye on Ning Yao's movements, Wang Zhuo found himself inexplicably tallying the number of women who ‘didn't mind’ his filthiness.

One, two, three, four, five, six... six and a half...

The idiom 'few enough to count on one's fingers' originated in the Tang Dynasty, but in the Song Dynasty, Ouyang Xiu wrote, "Those few enough to count on one's fingers, there are no more than three or four people." Thus, a professor who taught Wang Zhuo analyzed that 'counting on one's fingers' likely meant using just one hand—meaning only five fingers.

Having counted them, Wang Zhuo couldn't help but grin foolishly. Just two years ago, he was the virgin boy mocked by classmates; how had he, without realizing it, veered toward becoming one who had 'seen much of the world'?

Ruan Mingqing finally sat up, raising her arms to gather her loose hair into a bun at the back of her head.

Her exquisite figure was undeniably revealed in that moment, and Wang Zhuo instinctively reached out, placing his hand on her fair, soft hip.

She looked at him and smiled brightly, "What are you thinking about?"

"You are so good to me," Wang Zhuo said sincerely.

"Of course," Ruan Mingqing beamed, "But you haven't let me come up short either. Guess how many times I came just now?"

Wang Zhuo smiled slightly. Knowing there had been four times, he teased, "With this body trained in the Thirteen Grand Protectors' Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt, my golden spear is unbreakable; I could certainly manage ten or eight times for you, right?"

Ruan Mingqing let out a soft laugh and poked his waist: "Stop being improper!"

Wang Zhuo smiled while keeping watch on Ning Yao's location, thinking that if the elder sister didn't leave soon, he would have to find a way to usher her out.

"Get up quickly, you'll catch a chill lying there too long!" Ruan Mingqing stood up and offered her hand to Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo remained on the ground, looking up from his angle. Ruan Mingqing's naturally formed 'Heavenly Crevice' was pristine and full, like that of a newborn infant. His heart surged; he thought this was truly a man's most marvelous blessing.

After indulging in the natural White Tiger, he found himself longing for the natural jungles of his other women. As Ruan Mingqing pulled him up, he made a resolution: he would confiscate Qi Fei and the others' razors the moment they returned!

Times change, and so do women's hairstyles. Wang Zhuo felt it was time for a change!

Even if Ruan Mingqing couldn't change now, technology was so advanced, and there were so many dedicated researchers; perhaps one day some expert would invent a wig for her to wear!

After they both stood up, Wang Zhuo found a bath towel for her and put on a pair of swim trunks himself. He could have walked around naked without issue, but there was still an audience outside; he couldn't be too bold.

Sitting in the wicker chair with Ruan Mingqing nestled in his lap, he casually opened a bottle of mineral water for her to drink and swept his X-ray vision outward.

The Jeep Liberty was parked quietly outside the villa. Infrared imaging showed the engine hadn't fully cooled down. Based on the outside temperature and the car's heat dissipation rate, Ning Yao had been inside the villa for about half an hour.

Wang Zhuo couldn't help but feel embarrassed. To think that even with the protection of his X-ray vision, he had been calmly spied upon for so long. The last time, when he was discovered by the Meng sisters in the garage, it was due to carelessness; he hadn't expected to make the same mistake again. Was this his destiny?

He then recalled the more serious incident, when he and Qi Fei were secretly photographed and extorted by Siyuan and the others. Counting that, today marked the third time. Oh yes, and when he was having sex in the car outside the park with the pretty widow, they had encountered 'joint enforcement.' Wasn't that too much of a coincidence?

Is it that he who climbs the mountain often meets the tiger? No, it should be that he who climbs the mountain always meets the tiger!

As he was lost in thought, Ruan Mingqing took a mouthful of water, turned back, and fed it to him mouth-to-mouth, pecking his lips with a smile before turning back around.

The pretty widow's progress was fast; she was already so adept at flirtation. He chuckled inwardly, immensely pleased with his own 'coaching' skills.

Just then, Ning Yao finally slipped quietly away from the window. She only turned on her phone's light once she reached the stairs, but she didn't leave the villa; instead, she found the housekeeper's room, closed the door, and lay down on the bed fully clothed.

Wang Zhuo had guessed she was staying over. It was the middle of the night, and he figured she hadn't found a better place, which was why she came here. Seeing that she cautiously avoided the guest rooms, Wang Zhuo secretly smirked, knowing she was afraid of an awkward encounter if she ran into someone in the morning.

This way, when they woke up, even if they met unexpectedly inside the villa, she could pretend to know nothing; the actress's skills would surely carry her through.

With that arrangement, the three of them would be separated, upstairs and downstairs. Wang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Ruan Mingqing, "Let's get up. I'll check the power supply; you wait here for me."

Ruan Mingqing hummed in agreement and stood up, asking, "Do you need me to go with you?"

Wang Zhuo had already checked the situation with his X-ray vision when the power went out. He shook his head and said, "No need. It’s probably just the overload protection; flipping the air switch should do it."

He walked over, unplugged the four electric heaters, and turned off the pool heater. Wang Zhuo used his phone as a light source, pushed open the door, and stepped into the hall.

A sudden chill swept in from the corridor. The temperature in the main hall, nearly thirty degrees Celsius, contrasted sharply with the twenty degrees outside. Every hair on his body instantly stood on end. He quickly turned back, closed the door, and hurried toward the main circuit breaker.

The villa was pitch black, with only pale moonlight filtering through the windows, but with his X-ray vision, it was as bright as day, causing him no hindrance.

Clack!

He pushed the switch up, and the LED nightlights in the corridor automatically illuminated. These lights were very energy efficient; a hundred yuan in electricity a month was enough to let anyone getting up at night in the entire villa avoid turning on a lamp.

Of course, technology was a double-edged sword; if a thief decided to visit, they would also enjoy a considerable level of convenience!

When he returned to the main hall, it was bright again. Ruan Mingqing was systematically blowing out the candles. Due to constantly squatting and puffing, her pretty face was flushed red.

"What's there to look at?" she threw Wang Zhuo a seductive glance, "Hurry up and help me blow out these candles!"

Wang Zhuo strode over and suddenly yanked off the bath towel wrapped around her, startling a small cry from her. Instinctively, her left hand covered her chest while her right hand shielded her vital areas.

Wang Zhuo laughed heartily, branding this captivating image into his memory again. He simply shook the two corners of the bath towel, and the seven or eight nearby candles were instantly extinguished by the gust of wind.

The pretty widow pouted complainingly, "You always have a way, but why use my towel?"

"Too much talk," Wang Zhuo gave her bottom a light slap and laughed, "Hurry up and collect the candles."

The beauty, illuminated by the light, was completely naked, every curve revealed. After blowing out all the candles, Wang Zhuo didn't help her gather them, nor did he return the towel; he followed behind her, watching her bend over to pick them up one by one.