Chen Mo didn't continue to torment Mo Xiang, nor did he call other women.
After a few visits, he felt that he had had enough and temporarily stopped.
By now, Mo Xiang was so exhausted, she lay on the couch, covered only with a blanket, her beautiful eyes half-closed. A patch of snow-white skin was visible under the blanket, and the large round contours of her form were faintly discernible.
"If you still want it, just... just call someone," she said.
Propped up on the couch, she felt as if she were about to die. "Remember this place; every person here, men and women, is at your disposal. They've all been trained. The Feng Family's resources from over the decades have been concentrated here."
Really, Chen Mo hardly believed her, but he did trust that this place was well-managed.
"No need for that, and I don't want the people here getting close to me either."
"Why not?"
"The closer I get to your power, the more dangerous it becomes for me. Better to channel them through you."
