Alcanço a imortalidade ao fortalecer meus descendentes
Cultivo da longevidade + múltiplas protagonistas femininas + um pouco de cautela + disputa pelo poder, criação de descendentes e administração da família. Ye Bufan, que viajou para outro mundo, desper
The nuptial night.
In a room steeped in ancient elegance, the red bedding was lifted. The woman lay with her eyes gently closed, her long, dark hair curling loosely across her chest—no matter how she tried, it could not cover everything. Her skin was delicate as snow, so fair!
Ye Bufan swallowed hard.
“My dear, you are so beautiful!”
He lifted her.
The bride’s voice was as soft as a whisper, her cheeks blushing, yet a hint of alluring charm shone through as she spoke quietly, “Ah, husband, your heart is beating so fast—I can hear it.”
Her hands were tightly entwined around Ye Bufan’s neck, her whole body clinging to him.
Ye Bufan held her slender waist.
Their pounding hearts were palpable.
“My dear, I’m coming.”
They were nearly as close as two bodies could be.
The bride exclaimed, “Ah, husband, you’re mistaken.”
“Husband, that’s not where…”
“…”
“Husband, please be gentle—I’m only on my second time!”
Ye Bufan: “…”
Had he been deceived by this family? Wasn’t he promised untouched goods?
He was about to be angry, but his own optimistic spirit consoled him. He thought, the second time isn’t bad—modern people have lost count of such things, hasn’t anyone kept track? At least the color is right.
“My dear, if you think I’m too imposing, just say so—I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Husband, have you already started?”
Ye Bufan: “You…”
He could only turn his sorrow into strength and press on.
A few breaths later.
Ye Bufan, satisfaction written acros