At that time, outside the house, there was a raging storm with flashing lightning and roaring thunder, so Luo Yang couldn't leave to check on the other two rooms.
An Yuying, Tang Guihua, Shuang Qiao, and Shi Yun all needed Luo Yang's comfort.
He could only stay in the room first, taking care of the beauties by his side. If he heard screams from the other rooms, then he would go check on it.
Luo Yang wished he could split himself, create enough bodies to comfort each of the beauties one-on-one, embrace them in his arms, and care for them in every possible way.
The thunderstorm wouldn't last for several hours, but another half an hour was a common occurrence.
For the time being, the rain didn't stop, and the thunder didn't cease.
Sitting on the bed, with a beauty in each arm, Luo Yang didn't feel tired at all.
He had heard that in ancient times, there was a man who felt nothing with a woman sitting in his lap, and later people praised that man for his virtue.
