Two days passed...
Leng San was awakened in a state of weakness. The two young women still had their arms on the young man's body. Of course, they were asleep because they were both even more exhausted by what had happened than Leng San.
The two's sleeping faces caused Leng San to hold his temples tightly and shed tears. They were not tears of sadness, but tears of guilt. The young man felt like he had forced them indirectly, even though it was their voluntary...
For some men, it might not be a matter, but it was for Leng San... Although Leng San was always fond of a beautiful woman, he never crossed any line because he had been taught from a young age to be a gentleman from the number-one clan.
So, for what had happened... Leng San was ready to take responsibility, whether it was his intention or not...
“If your reason for pretending to sleep... is that you don't know how to act in front of me, don't bother. We have to talk...”