Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 401 Liking Older Women

Night fell, and the banquet ended.

Lin Chen returned to the backyard and went straight to Liu Shengxue's room.

Pushing open the door, I found the room dark, the curtains half-drawn, and moonlight streaming in through the window, casting a silvery-white glow on the floor.

There was a person lying on the bed, the blanket covering their shoulders, with their back to him.

Lin Chen went in, closed the door, took off his coat, lifted a corner of the quilt, crawled in, and reached out to hug her.

The body under the covers stiffened slightly for a moment, then slowly softened.

This isn't the first time; it's happened several times since that night.

It was always the same. Lin Chen would push open the door, and there she would be, lying there. The two of them would understand each other without saying a word, neither of them mentioning it or asking about it during the day.

Shan Lingkongya turned around, her face buried in the shadows, making it impossible to see her expression, but the tips of her ears were red, burning red.

She reached out and hugged Lin Chen's neck, snuggling into his arms.

"Your Highness," she said softly, her voice slightly hoarse, "why are you so late tonight?"

Lin Chen looked down at her: "What's wrong? Getting impatient?"

Shan Ling Kongya didn't speak, but buried her face in Lin Chen's chest, slowly drawing circles on his chest with her fingers.

Her fingers were soft, the tips were slightly cool, and they sent a tingling sensation through my skin as they brushed against it.

Lin Chen turned over, and moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains, falling on the bed and on the two of them.

The shadows of the pine trees flickered on the window paper, as if someone was walking back and forth outside the window.

Shan Lingkongya closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Her hand slid from Lin Chen's chest to his back, her fingertips gently tracing a faint mark.

Her movements were unhurried, exuding a composure and confidence unique to mature women.

She knows where to be light, where to be heavy, where to be fast, and where to be slow.

This composure is something young girls don't possess.

Lin Chen had to admit that Shan Ling Kongya gave him a different feeling than others.

Liu Shengxue is cold and needs to be warmed slowly, while Yao Yao is fierce, like a ball of fire.

Ah Yue is soft, like a ball of cotton.

Both Da Shuang and Xiao Shuang are well-behaved and obedient.

But Shan Lingkongya is different; she is mature, thoroughly mature.

She knows how to please a man, and she also knows how to be pleased herself.

Her hands, her lips, her body—every part of her was speaking, expressing, and responding.

Lin Chen's breathing became heavier and heavier.

Shan Lingkongya put her arms around Lin Chen's neck and whispered something in his ear, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.

Lin Chen paused for a moment, and then...

After a long while, Shan Lingkongya nestled in Lin Chen's arms, her face pressed against his chest, her fingers slowly tracing patterns on his body.

Her fingertips traced Lin Chen's collarbone, shoulders, and arms, as if she were painting a picture.

"Your Highness," Shan Lingkongya said softly, her voice carrying a languid satisfaction.

"You are very strong, stronger than any man I have ever seen."

Lin Chen glanced down at her: "How many men have you met?"

Shan Lingkongya blushed and whispered, "There are...there are only two, you, and...him."

Lin Chen laughed: "Then your sample size is too small, so your conclusion is invalid."

Shan Lingkongya was stunned for a moment, not understanding the joke, but she knew Lin Chen was joking.

She buried her face in his chest and mumbled, "Anyway... you're the strongest."

Lin Chen felt a little flattered by Shan Ling Kongya's words and tightened his grip on her arm.

Yamarei Sora continued, her voice even softer:

"Before, I thought that was all there was to relationships between men and women—nothing special, no feelings involved. I thought everyone was like that, but I never expected..."

She looked up at Lin Chen, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight, alluring and seductive. "I never imagined it could be like this."

Lin Chen chuckled and flicked her forehead:

"Alright, stop flattering me, go to sleep."

Shan Ling Kongya covered her forehead and laughed.

She snuggled back into Lin Chen's arms, closed her eyes, and smiled with a girlish shyness and contentment.

……

In the next room, Lingbo lay on the bed with her eyes closed.

Her hearing was so good that she could hear every tiny sound in the next room.

The creaking of the bed, the suppressed groans, and Yamarei Sora's words, "You're really strong."

She rolled her eyes.

"Boring," Lingbo cursed inwardly, then activated her inner energy technique to block out her hearing.

She silently lamented to herself: Was this the man destined for her? A scoundrel who partyed every night and accepted all comers...?

But she didn't really look down on it; that's just how the world is—the strong are respected.

Which of those powerful and influential men doesn't have multiple wives and concubines?

Although Lin Chen is a womanizer, at least he doesn't force anyone, at least he's responsible, and at least he takes good care of the women around him.

They're much better than those jerks who use someone and then discard them.

Moreover... she had to admit that Lin Chen's body was indeed strong, and his cultivation level was also quite high.

Lingbo turned over and closed her eyes.

I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm going to sleep.

-

In Yao Yao's room.

Yao Yao lay on the bed, pouting, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She suddenly remembered something.

Lin Chen seems to have a particular interest in older women.

That Shan Lingkongya is in her thirties, and her husband treats her differently; lately, they've been spending almost the entire night together.

Yao Yao blinked.

She thought of her master, Mei Jiu Niang.

The master is over three hundred years old, he must be old enough, right?

Moreover, the master looked to be in his early twenties, with fair skin, captivating eyes, a swaying waist like a water snake when he walked, and a voice as soft as cotton candy when he spoke.

No man could resist seeing that.

Yao Yao bit her lip.

Lin Chen had met his master, so perhaps...

Yao Yao shook her head, trying to banish the thought, but couldn't help but bring it back.

Her master raised her, and now she lives a good life, eating well, dressing well, and living well. Her husband also treats her well.

If my master could come too... that would be even better.

Yao Yao rolled over, hugged the blanket, and smiled.

She decided that she would write to her master once she returned to the capital.

Say something like, "Master, my husband likes older women, no, he likes women who are a bit older. Would you like to give it a try?"

As Yao Yao thought about it, she burst out laughing.

……

The next morning, Lin Chen came out of his room.

Shan Lingkongya was still lying in bed, the blanket pulled up to her chin, revealing only her rosy face.

Her eyes were half-open, a smile played on her lips, and she looked like a flower soaked by the rain, languid and content.

Lin Chen got dressed and pushed open the door.

In the corridor, Lingbo just came out of the room.

Eyes facing each other.

Lingbo gave a soft snort, turned around and left.

Lin Chen touched his nose and chuckled, "Let's see how long you can hold out!"

Lingbo paused for a moment, then vanished from the spot in a flash.

Lin Chen could clearly see that her ears were a little red.

Lin Chen whistled smugly as he walked into the courtyard and began practicing his martial arts.