John looked up, glanced at Yang Fei, and awkwardly rubbed his forehead.
"Oh, God, you look pretty good."
Yang Fei shrugged: "Of course! Last night I was like Yi Long with two phoenixes, totally indulged."
John was instantly dumbfounded: "God, the babes here are so fiery."
"I could barely handle one and was drained, and you managed Yi Long with two phoenixes?"
Just then, a pair of snow-white arms wrapped around John's waist from behind, and a charming face appeared behind John with a sweet smile.
"Darling, you promised seven times in one night. Come inside obediently; you're still four times short."
John shivered as if he'd seen a ghost, desperately clutching the door handle.
"No, I need to rest, I'm exhausted."
Yang Fei looked dumbfoundedly as a voluptuous blonde woman grabbed John back like a chick.
He was both amused and helpless.
John screamed desperately, his legs flailing, he cried in terror.
"Jack, save me, almighty God, grant me super power."
