In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

When Li Zimo heard this, a smile flashed in his eyes.

He reached out and lifted her chin, making her look up at him.

Then, in this warm and shy eye contact, he gently kissed her small red lips.

Huang Wanrong closed her eyes. Although she felt a little awkward, she still responded to Li Zimo's enthusiasm as much as possible.

Her hands unconsciously wrapped around his waist, as if she wanted to be closer to him and feel his warmth and strength.

Li Zimo's fingertips gently slid across Huang Wanrong's graceful body curves, and every movement was full of cherishment and love.

The atmosphere between them gradually heated up, and the air was filled with an indescribable ambiguity and sweetness.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment as they immersed themselves in this rare intimacy, enjoying each other's warmth and embrace.

After a long time, their lips reluctantly separated. Huang Wanrong leaned back slightly, breathing slightly, her cheeks as red as newly bloomed peach blossoms, and her eyes flashed with shyness and satisfaction.

She lowered her head, her long hair falling like a waterfall, lightly covering half of her face, adding a bit of charm to her appearance.

Li Zimo stared at her, his eyes full of tenderness and care. He raised his hand gently, brushed a strand of hair beside her cheek with his fingertips, and tucked it behind her ear.

He asked softly, his voice low and magnetic:

"Wanrong, do you rarely experience kisses like this? You seem a little awkward."

Huang Wanrong's body trembled slightly, as if her heart was touched by his actions.

She raised her head shyly, her eyes moving, bit her lower lip lightly, and answered softly:

"Well, yes... yes, sir."

Li Zimo's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes revealing confusion and concern:

"Is it because Yue Qiangwei... treats you badly?"

Huang Wanrong quickly shook her head, her hands unconsciously clenching the corners of her clothes, her voice filled with a hint of panic:

"No, sir, my husband didn't ignore me, it's just..."

At this point, her words suddenly became hesitant.

Seeing this, Li Zimo guided him more gently:

"Wanrong, don't be afraid. Tell me, what exactly is making you so awkward?"

Huang Wanrong took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and whispered:

"My husband...is not able to do what he wants when it comes to sexual matters. He...he can't get an erection."

After saying this, her cheeks became even redder, almost bleeding.

After hearing this, Li Zimo's eyes flashed with surprise and heartache.

He gently held Huang Wanrong's hand, warm and firm:

"I see. Did he ever try to seek medical treatment?"

Huang Wanrong nodded, with a hint of helplessness in her voice:

"In fact, we secretly consulted many doctors, but no matter how many methods we tried, there was no improvement."

Li Zimo sighed, his doubts growing even more intense:

"Then why does he take in so many wives and concubines?"

Huang Wanrong looked out the window, her voice carrying a hint of sadness:

"Perhaps he wanted to find a chance of change by taking a concubine, to see if things would get better. But he was too embarrassed to look for one outside, fearing that others would discover his secret and laugh at him, so... he just married them all home. But the result was the same."

After hearing this, Li Zimo understood a little.

This might be the reason why Yue Qiangwei wanted to kill someone to silence them after enjoying himself with the woman, as recorded in the jade slip.

He patted Huang Wanrong's shoulder gently, giving her silent comfort:

"Then why does he want Liu Yunshang as his concubine?"

Huang Wanrong looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes:

"After he realized this problem couldn't be solved, he became obsessed with pursuing various beautiful women. I think he probably wanted to fill the emptiness in his heart through the pleasure of pursuit. That's why he provoked Madam Yunshang."

After hearing this, Li Zimo was silent for a moment, then gently embraced her in his arms.

His movements were gentle yet firm, as if he wanted to shield her from all the wind and rain:

"Wanrong, you are not alone. I am here with you from now on. I will always be by your side."

Huang Wanrong felt Li Zimo's embrace and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She snuggled tightly into his chest, as if she had found the long-lost support and warmth.

Li Zimo smiled slightly.

Yue Qiangwei, since you are unable to do anything, I will take care of your wives and concubines.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Zimo gently untied the delicate thin belt around Huang Wanrong's waist, his movements full of tenderness and respect.

Huang Wanrong lowered her head shyly, her voice as thin as a mosquito:

"Sir, I am still a virgin, I hope you can be more compassionate."

When Li Zimo heard this, a gentle light flashed in his eyes, and he responded softly:

"Well, I will."

orZ-7

......

At this time, Xu Qinglan was lying on the bed downstairs, and she could vaguely hear subtle sounds from upstairs and occasional soft music floating in from outside the window.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in her heart, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She recalled that she had tried hard to show her charm in front of the young master, but failed to win his favor.

Why did the young master choose Sister Rong instead of paying attention to me first?

The loss and sadness made it difficult for her to control herself.

However, as time went on, Xu Qinglan gradually immersed herself in her own thoughts.

She felt an inexplicable heat, as if there was a force driving her.

So she slowly took off her gauze dress and lay in the quilt with a lazy posture.

Her face flushed with shyness and her eyes became blurred.

She couldn't help but hum along with the music outside the window. The sound intertwined with the sound upstairs to form a unique nocturne.

An hour later, it was already late at night, and the room was filled with soft candlelight and a subtle lazy atmosphere.

Huang Wanrong opened her red lips slightly, with a hint of shyness and fatigue, and whispered softly:

"Sir, I am unable to bear any more. I hope you will show me mercy."

When Li Zimo heard this, his eyes were full of pity. He gently put his arms around Huang Wanrong's waist, and his fingertips gently shuttled through her hair, giving her the most solid support.

Feeling Li Zimo's tenderness, Huang Wanrong felt a warm current in her heart, and she enjoyed this rare warmth and peace.

After a moment, she seemed to sense Li Zimo's unsatisfied interest, so she opened her red lips and suggested:

"Sir, Sister Lan'er has always been deeply in love with you. She might be alone downstairs feeling sad right now. Why don't you go and comfort her and put her mind at ease?"

Li Zimo frowned slightly when he heard this and asked in confusion:

"Oh? Why is Lan'er like this?"

Huang Wanrong sighed softly and explained:

"It's all because of you, young master, you don't understand romance. Sister Lan'er was very sad when she saw that you only called me upstairs and didn't call her. I told her that you didn't call me for that matter, and she felt better. But now we... what happened tonight... she may have heard about it, and I don't know how many tears she has shed. Young master, you should go and take a look."

After hearing this, Li Zimo felt a sense of apology and self-blame in his heart. He said softly:

"So that's how it is. I neglected Lan'er's feelings. You should rest in peace. I will go visit her after you fall asleep peacefully."

When Huang Wanrong heard this, a trace of gratitude and relief flashed in her eyes. She gently closed her eyes and buried her head in Li Zimo's arms, as if she had found the most solid safe haven.

Soon, she fell into a deep sleep, a smile of satisfaction and happiness on her face, and she was obviously extremely exhausted.