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

Li Zimo slowly put away the communication jade slip in his hand and turned his gentle gaze to Ren Xiaoping who was sitting on him at the moment.

Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, her face filled with happiness and dependence.

"Xiao Ping, what are you doing? Are you planning to stick with me like this forever?"

There was a hint of helplessness and doting in his words.

Ren Xiaoping leaned lightly on Li Zimo's shoulder, her voice as soft as a mosquito:

"Sir, that moment just now was so warm. Can you let me feel it again?"

Li Zimo shook his head slightly and said in a teasing tone:

"Are you a bit of a masochist? This is not right."

Ren Xiaoping was slightly stunned, then her cheeks flushed, and her eyes flashed with curiosity and shyness:

"No, I'm not sure. I just feel like it's quite special and reassuring."

Li Zimo smiled helplessly, his heart full of pampering:

"Okay, since you insist so much, you can't regret it."

Ren Xiaoping's face turned even redder, but she still bravely expressed her determination:

"I won't regret it, so don't worry."

Seeing this, Li Zimo said no more, gently picked up Ren Xiaoping, and prepared to go to the two-story building where Fu Sixuan was to rest.

At this moment, he noticed Zhou Junyi's four wives and concubines still standing in the hall, so he said with a pleasant expression:

"You four should go back and rest as well. You've worked hard today."

The four wives and concubines felt relieved upon hearing this. They all bowed, their voices trembling slightly:

"Yes, sir, we will go back now."

After saying that, they supported each other and left the hall with a hint of panic and relief.

Li Zimo looked at their graceful figures and couldn't help but admire them secretly:

Zhou Junyi's vision is indeed unique. These four wives and concubines each have their own merits. They are all gentle, virtuous, and beautiful.

Retracting his thoughts, he turned to look at Ying'er, his eyes full of tenderness:

"Ying'er, let's go and rest too."

Ying'er lowered her head shyly, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Yes, sir."

In an elegant room on the second floor of a small building, Li Zimo sat leisurely on a carved chair, with a playful and doting look in his eyes.

He gently picked up Ren Xiaoping, let her lie on his legs, and stretched out a hand to pat her gently but with a little force.

Ren Xiaoping tilted her head slightly, with a shy and slightly provocative smile on her lips. Her humming was like a spring breeze blowing across the strings of a piano, gentle and beautiful, causing ripples in Li Zimo's heart.

Ren Xiaoping tilted her head slightly, a shy yet slightly provocative smile on her lips. Her voice was as melodious and sweet as a spring breeze blowing across the strings of a zither:

"Sir, you are so kind. It makes me feel warm inside."

Li Zimo was touched by her words, and a hint of warmth and doting flashed in his eyes.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at Ren Xiaoping with a hint of helplessness.

Ren Xiaoping tilted her head slightly, with a look of doubt and confusion in her eyes, and asked softly:

"Sir, Sir, why don't you continue?"

Li Zimo smiled slightly, with a complex emotion that was difficult to describe:

"You feel comfortable, but I feel very uncomfortable."

Ren Xiaoping's face turned even redder when she heard this. She blinked and asked innocently:

"Sir, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Li Zimo shook his head slightly, a sly look flashing in his eyes. He naturally couldn't say it directly, so he said in a gentle and mysterious tone:

"Xiaoping, let's try a different approach and let you experience a different feeling."

Ren Xiaoping nodded obediently, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation.

Li Zimo gently lifted her up from his legs, then pulled her to a large table. The edge of the table was carved with intricate patterns, which set off her slender and graceful figure.

Then he gently picked up the hem of her skirt and wrapped it around her waist.

Following Li Zimo's gentle guidance, a melodious and beautiful song soon echoed in the room.

That was Ren Xiaoping's singing, like a clear spring in the mountains, or the chirping of birds in the forest, gentle and melodious, filling the whole room with warmth and romance.

Half an hour later, Li Zimo gently picked up the petite Ren Xiaoping and held her in his arms like a treasure.

Her singing, that melodious and beautiful voice, like a gurgling stream, flowed through the room again, full of tenderness and tranquility.

An hour passed quietly, and Li Zimo carefully placed Ren Xiaoping, who had broken through to the martial artist level, on the bed.

She was sleeping soundly in it at the moment, her face filled with satisfaction and happiness.

Then he turned and walked into the next room, where Ying'er was waiting quietly.

As expected, Ying'er was sitting by the bed, looking quietly at the door, as if waiting for his arrival.

Li Zimo walked up to her, gently put his arms around her slender and soft waist, and smiled gently:

"Ying'er, you're still awake. Are you waiting for me?"

A hint of shyness flashed in Ying'er's eyes, and then she nodded gently: "Yeah."

A warm feeling welled up in Li Zimo's heart. He looked at Ying'er's affectionate eyes and said jokingly:

"What if I don't come?"

Ying'er answered without hesitation: "Then I will wait for you forever."

Li Zimo was deeply moved by her innocence and persistence. He kissed her red lips gently. Ying'er closed her eyes and responded to his kiss gently, as if the whole world only had the two of them.

After a moment, Ying'er slowly lay down on the bed, her two jade feet casually hanging over the edge of the bed like a lazy cat.

Li Zimo gently picked up the hem of her skirt and carefully placed it around her waist.

At this moment, Ying'er's melodious singing voice rang out in the room again, like a whisper in the night wind, expressing the emotions and expectations in her heart.

An hour later, a faint light emanated from Ying'er's body, indicating that she had successfully broken through to the first level of Martial Spirit.

She closed her eyes tiredly, a satisfied smile on her lips, and fell into a deep sleep.

Li Zimo stood by the bed, his eyes full of doting and satisfaction. He gently covered Ying'er with the quilt, ensuring that she could rest comfortably.

Afterwards, Li Zimo tidied his clothes and quietly walked out of the room.

He walked lightly to Fu Sixuan's room, pushed open the door, and saw Fu Sixuan lying quietly on the bed, breathing evenly and calmly.

Li Zimo walked to the bedside and gently hugged Fu Sixuan's soft body.

Her skin was as smooth as silk and exuded a faint fragrance.

Li Zimo felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility and satisfaction, as if all his fatigue had disappeared at this moment.

He gently leaned his head on Fu Sixuan's shoulder and closed his eyes.

In this quiet morning, he hugged the warm and soft woman, feeling her warmth and breath, and gradually fell asleep.