But the problem is that Chu Qinghe possesses master-level medical skills!

If you teach them, it's not something that's too difficult for those three women to learn, given their circumstances.

Moreover, if he could get a massage from the dignified leader of the Sun Moon Sect or the Grand Palace Master of the Flower Shifting Palace... Chu Qinghe felt he could brag about it for years.

So now the question is...

How can I get the people there to give me a massage?

Neither Dongfang Bubai nor Yaoyue knew what Chu Qinghe was thinking at that moment.

I don't know if it was the comfort brought by the pool water or the effects of the alcohol in my body.

The moment Chu Qinghe's voice entered their ears, both Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue felt a sense of languor as their bodies softened.

Perhaps because the feeling was so comfortable, even Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue, who were usually at odds, temporarily put aside their fighting and quietly enjoyed the pleasant bathing time.

Only the wine jugs in the hands of a few people were being passed around.

A short while later, when the wine pot was returned to Chu Qinghe's hands, there was still some wine left inside.

Even after turning the wine pot upside down, there wasn't a single extra drop inside.

Chu Qinghe rolled his eyes at this, then placed the wine pot on the edge of the pool, and with a flick of his fingers, drew some wine from the wine jar on the edge of the pool back into the wine pot.

And so, on this cold winter night, one man and three women remained still in the misty pool, bathing through a curtain.

The mist felt like the gentlest hand brushing across my face, filling me with tenderness and warmth.

For a moment, everyone was so engrossed in the moment that they didn't want to make a sound.

Only the gurgling sound of water being continuously poured into the pool from the bamboo tube beside it echoed.