The next morning, Lin Kuang got out of bed without having rested at all. Lin Guo'er, on the other hand, had just fallen asleep. Forget about work—he didn't even know when she would wake up.
Looking at his handiwork, Lin Kuang was quite satisfied.
A man should conquer his woman, making her bow in submission. This is a thought every man harbors, but whether anyone can truly succeed remains unknown.
In any case, Lin Kuang knew he had succeeded. Lin Guo'er was thoroughly conquered.
Lin Kuang was still savoring the memory of last night's fierce battle.
After dressing and freshening up in the bathroom, Lin Kuang went to the manor grounds to practice his daily Tai Chi Chuan.
Meanwhile, the words of the old man, Nameless, lingered in Lin Kuang's mind. He felt a sense of urgency and anticipation for the appearance of the Slash Path Sword's wielder.
Lin Kuang was eager to encounter an opponent of equal stature. Only such a battle would be truly thrilling.
