The candle on the table had long gone out.
The tea had cooled as well.
A faint scent of makeup, sweat, and a lingering fishy odor permeated the air.
In the darkness, Di Bujuan suddenly opened his eyes.
He was like a vigilant wild beast who never truly slept; in just one second, he could shift from deep slumber to complete alertness, or even burst forth to kill.
"Phew..."
Di Bujuan took a deep breath, then lowered his head to look at the woman soundly asleep on top of him.
She was his eighth wife, over twenty years his junior.
Di Bujuan was very fond of this woman because she seldom asked questions and was easy to satisfy.
All she needed were delicacies, luxurious silks, and gold and silver jewelry to make her happy, happy enough to throw herself into Di Bujuan's arms.
If possible, Di Bujuan wished all the women in his life could be like her.
Though he couldn't obtain anything spiritually from such a woman, he also didn't need to invest any emotional energy.
