Having escaped a close call, Yang Fan returned to his room, rested briefly, and then slipped into the bathroom with his pajamas.
His pajamas, to be precise, weren't really pajamas—they were just a pair of boxers.
If not for Little Mother and sister-in-law who often barged into his room early in the morning, Yang Fan wouldn't even want to wear them, having to change them every day was truly a hassle.
Standing under the cascading water, Yang Fan's previously restless mind gradually calmed down.
The day had left him feeling somewhat dazed but not because he was busy with work—rather, his libido was too active.
His luck in affairs of the heart seemed to have exploded that day; he had been busy from morning till night without a pause.
Especially after having sessions three times in a row with Wu Xuelan and Wu Xue Mei, despite his robust stamina, he now felt a sore back and overall fatigue.
