"Master." Yan Shu simply pressed her cheek flat to his chest and said nothing else, because her skin was already saying everything for her.
They were not performing gratitude.
He could feel that in the way their bodies actually relaxed against him rather than merely leaning, the particular honesty of women who had, against every instinct that had brought them into this Labyrinth, found something worth this much trembling excitement.
A man who could raise their cultivation by centuries in a matter of hours was not a man any of them, however furious, however wronged, could simply walk away from. It was a deal too good to refuse, and all three of them knew it, and all three of them hated a little that they knew it, and none of them let go.
Cang's hands found their asses, one on Sun Mei, one splitting attention between Hua and Yan Shu, palming the soft weight with obvious appreciation.
