The next morning, 8 AM.
In the Caroline Astor Suite on the 45th floor of the St. Regis Hotel.
Shen Yuan groggily woke up, his first instinct being to stretch his arms and rub his eyes, but both arms were pinned down.
Confused, Shen Yuan turned his head left and right, feeling somewhat overwhelmed.
Last night's activities had been quite intense.
Even with the System's enhancements, Shen Yuan still felt as if his body had been hollowed out.
Three times in one day, for a total of eight rounds—even Schwarzenegger himself might find it tough, right?
Plus, each round was high intensity, never less than thirty minutes.
Today, he absolutely had to replenish his energy, and by a large margin!
The two sweet girls were currently snuggled up in Shen Yuan's arms, sleeping soundly.
Long Jinghan's sleeping face was very pleasant to look at, her cheeks still flushed with color, her expression peaceful with hints of contentment.