Chapter 393: The Infighting Between Goddesses! Overbearing Luo Yu_1

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Rose Hotel front desk.

The clerk had been seriously listening with ears perked up for several hours downstairs.

There was not a whisper of arguing or fighting from upstairs.

This puzzled him greatly, and he couldn't help frowning and muttering to himself.

How could this be?

It's impossible, it shouldn't be.

This brother first brought in such a beautiful woman.

Then two peerlessly gorgeous women came looking for him.

Shouldn't these latter two sisters have started fighting with the former one?

The clerk suddenly gasped, covering his mouth with his hand.

Could it be? For real?

Is this brother so formidable that he even subdued a hellish Shura Field of this level?

Hiss...

The clerk's mouth hung open.

He couldn't figure out where he had lost.

What virtues and abilities must one have to possess three women of such caliber? He was crying with envy, seriously.

Looking down at his perfectly sound legs, the clerk pondered.

Then he picked up a toolbox hammer beside him.

Upstairs, in the pink sea-themed room.

The sheets and duvet had fallen to the floor, mixed in with the rose petals.

Luo Yu sat spiritedly at the edge of the bed, propping up his cheeks.

He was experiencing a Saintly moment.

Quietly contemplating life.

Behind him, Bibi Dong and the A'yin Sisters stayed quietly there.

As docile as little lambs.

Where did they have the energy to argue now? They were too lazy to even lift a finger.

Gazing at Luo Yu's silhouette, their beautiful eyes filled with both a resentful love and a hint of dread.

Luo Yu turned his head, his gaze resting on the three goddesses.

"Go on, continue arguing!"

"Whoever has the biggest complaint, I, as the husband, will doubly compensate."

Lan Ling'er shrank back, shaking her head repeatedly.

"No, no, I have no objection, I totally support you marrying eight wives, husband."

As if her sincerity were still insufficient, Lan Ling'er further raised a pair of ivory-like delicate jade feet, "I wholeheartedly support your blissful union with Sister Bibi Dong and the early arrival of your precious child."

Luo Yu nodded in satisfaction, his gaze then moved to A'yin.

A'yin's beautiful eyes trembled, she spat out, "Don't look at me."

"You picked on the wrong person just now, I'm innocent."

"It's been those two fighting the whole time, okay?"

Luo Yu didn't speak, just shifted his body closer to her.

A'yin's delicate body shuddered, curling up into a ball on her knees.

"You... don't come over..."

"I also have no objections, I definitely won't argue in the future."

Luo Yu nodded, finally turning to look at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong's exquisitely beautiful face showed a stubborn defiance, her phoenix eyes glaring.

"A brave Empress, unafraid of hardships!"

"Just like that you think you can make me submit."

"No—"

"Way!"

Bibi Dong enunciated each word, lifting her snow-white neck proudly like a proud little peacock.

"Alright."

Luo Yu clapped his hands, glancing at the A'yin Sisters.

As if recalling something or receiving some command, the two sisters abruptly sprang up from the bed.

Bare feet pattering on the floor, they ran beneath the bed.

Leaving the center spot, the C position, for Bibi Dong.

Ceding the battlefield.

As Luo Yu gradually approached Bibi Dong, the A'yin Sisters exchanged a look.

Lan Ling'er said, "Sister, what do you think of this Bibi Dong?"

"Worthy of the Female Pope, super courageous," A'yin said admiringly.

Lan Ling'er shook her head and sighed.

"I hope she can stand firm, but she definitely can't."

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"Are you convinced now?" Luo Yu asked.

With disheveled hair and pouting red lips, Bi Bidong exclaimed, "Not convinced!"

"Hmm."

Luo Yu nodded.

It was a while later when Bi Bidong's voice begging for mercy could be heard.

"I'm convinced."

"Truly convinced this time!!"

"I won't argue with the sisters anymore, okay?"

At this, Luo Yu's body shook, and he glared at her.

"Now you decide to beg for mercy? Too late."

Eventually.

Bi Bidong lay powerless to one side, the corners of her eyes slightly moist.

As if regretful tears had been shed.

She swore, she never wanted to provoke Luo Yu again.

Luo Yu successfully suppressed the Shura Field, and the atmosphere in the room began to harmonize.

Lan Ling'er was half-kneeling at the foot of the bed, her slender jade hands gently massaging Luo Yu's feet, tenderly kneading his toes and relaxing each acupoint.

Ah Yin sat at the center of the bed, her beautiful eyes tender, her soft hands massaging and relaxing the man's waist, gently kneading his tight muscles inch by inch.

Bi Bidong leaned her perfect body at the head of the bed, massaging Luo Yu's head, ultimately shifting him onto her soft, long thighs, her fingertips lightly pressing on his temples.

Before long.

Luo Yu, enjoying the thoughtful massages, sniffed the room's rose fragrance mixed with the body scent of the three goddesses, and drifted into a sweet sleep.

In the dimly lit room, while the three ladies massaged Luo Yu, their eyes met.

They jostled with eyebrows and eyes, jealousy brewing.

As if sparks were about to fly.

Until Ah Yin coughed and tilted her mouth in Luo Yu's direction with a nudge.

Lan Ling'er and Bi Bidong immediately ceased their posturing and became docile.

Before long, the night passed.

Morning light spilled into the hotel, bringing peace.

Stretching lazily, Luo Yu rose, and as soon as he opened his eyes.

He saw Empress Bibi Dong, with her graceful and lithe figure, slowly walking in from outside the bedroom, her beautiful face revealing a smile as charming as the moon overshadowing flowers.

"Husband, you're awake!"

"Let Dong'er assist you with washing up."

Bi Bidong had already prepared warm water in a basin.

She brought it over to the bedside, a white towel hanging over her arm.

The Female Pope assisting with washing up—such treatment, tsk tsk.

Luo Yu chuckled and shook his head.

Just as he was about to wash his face.

Lan Ling'er, with her clear jade feet, stepped on the fluffy carpet and also brought in a basin of water.

"Husband, let me help you wash your face."

"She, as the Female Pope, wouldn't know how to serve others."

"I especially adjusted this water temperature several times for you."

"What do you mean by that?" Bi Bidong glared, "Who says a Female Pope can't serve her husband!"

The corner of Luo Yu's mouth twitched.

Were the internal struggles among the women in his harem this fierce now?

He knew very well that at such a time, a man absolutely couldn't show weakness.

It was essential to show his mettle to keep his women in check.

"Enough, both of you stop arguing!"

"I'll wash twice."

Bi Bidong and Lan Ling'er started to feel embarrassed.

In the end, Lan Ling'er washed Luo Yu's feet and Bi Bidong took a towel to wipe his face.

Neither even allowing Luo Yu the option to refuse.

The man squinted his eyes.

He sighed deeply in his heart—what is life?

It could very well be just this.

"Husband, I brought back breakfast for us,"

"Not sure what you like to eat, I ran all over Tiandou City early in the morning and bought back all the famous snacks."

Ah Yin, wearing a blue and golden long dress, with her waist cinched and revealing a flash of snow-white leg, walked in on light-colored high heels, carrying several bags in her hands.

She placed them on the table, opened various meal boxes one by one, and soon the room was filled with the fragrance of delicious food.

After breakfast, Luo Yu, accompanied by Bi Bidong and the A'yin Sisters,

first went to the Rose Hotel where Shrek was stationed, for there were more than one woman there missing him…