Bidding Farewell to Mireya

As the morning sunlight gently streamed through the window, Yuan slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the sight of his wives peacefully slumbering on top of him. 

His mother Anna-Grace lay atop his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, while Lily and Emma nestled on either side, their bare bodies pressed against his arms. 

They looked so serene and content in their sleep, their expressions carrying traces of satisfaction from their previous night's activities.

Yuan couldn't help but feel a surge of affection and adoration for his beautiful wives. He gazed at their sleepy faces, taking in their delicate features and the way their lips curved ever so slightly in peaceful dreams. They were truly enchanting in their vulnerability.