บท 1965: Power of belief

Another month later, Ling Han finally stopped.

It was not because they had reached the summit, but rather that the slope had become level and flat here. He did not need to advance by gripping the steep angles of the mountain rocks any longer.

The three women also reluctantly released their hold. Clinging onto Ling Han was something that they could get addicted to. It was easy for them to lose themselves in his masculine smell.

Especially in the case of Bewitching Maiden Rou. This was her first time being in such intimate contact with Ling Han. Her face had directly flushed red, and her alluring eyes were as soft as water, indescribably cloying and sweet.

Ling Han sighed in relief, and said, "You guys are really quite heavy. In the future, you guys would really have to lose weight."