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Greg was already struggling to keep his yin and yang balanced, with an excess of yang energy that was almost too much for him to handle.

However, since they were in the car, it was not the time for jokes, so he changed the subject and asked about Alfred Webb’s illness.

At the mention of her father, Lois Abbott’s face lit up with a smile, “My dad’s much better now, he was able to get out of bed and walk around yesterday.” Greg nodded and said, “Mm, that’s good, as long as he takes his medicine for a while longer, he should fully recover.”

“Greg, thank you, if it weren’t for you, my dad might…”

“Wiry bring that up, after all, he’s my future father-in-law, how could I possibly not save him when he’s in danger?”

Lois had been very grateful to Greg and was pondering over how to thank him properly. When she heard his remark, her eyebrows shot up instantly.

“Greg, you… you’re teasing me again, if you keep this up, I’ll…”

“What will you do, huh?”

Greg looked at her with a mischievous grin, his flippant attitude almost infuriated Lois to death.

She blurted out, “If you keep bullying me, I’ll… I’ll stop letting you sleep.”

“You wouldn’t dare! People who go back on their words need a spanking.”

“You…”

Lois was utterly defeated by him and knew she couldn’t outtalk Greg, so she chose to remain silent.

Seeing her puffed-up angry look, Greg found it amusing but didn’t continue to tease her.

The two quickly arrived at the Reverie Inn, where Harry Cooper, the waiting purchase manager, hurriedly came over with his staff.

“Dragon fish? Is it really dragon fish?”

Harry Cooper peeked into the fish tank, his voice full of excitement and surprise.

“This is perfect, with the dragon fish, our hotel can be resurrected.”

Lois was also pleased and said with a smile, “You better take good care of the dragon fish for me, don’t let them all die before Mr. Zhu arrives.”

Harry Cooper quickly assured, “Don’t worry, I won’t let the dragon fish die.” “Mm, go ahead, I’ve got something else to handle, you look after the hotel for now.”

“Understood.”

Lois nodded her head and drove away from the hotel.

The car became quiet, and Greg looked at her with a smile, making no move to initiate conversation.

Lois bit her lip and asked in a mosquito-like voice, “Where… where are we going?”

Greg responded with a question, “Where would you like to go?”

Lois’s face flushed slightly, “Wherever you say.”

Greg laughed heartily and dropped the teasing, stating directly, “Let’s find a nice hotel.”

Greg wasn’t a man lacking in sentiment; he felt that there needed to be a sense of occasion.

Even without flowers and a grand confession, the setting at least had to be right.

What he didn’t expect was for Lois to take him to the only three-star hotel in Riverhaven County.

Moreover, when they got to the reception, Lois asked for the presidential suite right away.

Seven thousand eight hundred a night!

Greg was dumbfounded and really wanted to ask the hotel staff if the toilets in the presidential suite were made of pure gold.

If not, why the hell was it so expensive!

Seeing him wince at the price, a teasing look spread across Lois’s face, and her mood seemed to improve a lot.

However, Greg was not a miser. Thinking that this was their first official time together, he swiped his card without further ado and they headed upstairs.

It’s only seven thousand eight, I still have over a hundred thousand in my card!

After entering the room, Greg couldn’t help but marvel inwardly; the money was well spent.

The room was divided into two large areas, a living room for visitors on the outside and a bedroom inside, plus there was a small outdoor swimming pool.

Outside the swimming pool was the Enchanted River, formed by the confluence of five large rivers.

The breeze stirred, and the waves rose, making one feel completely at ease.

The room’s overall decorative style leaned toward classical Northern European, with intricate patterns and smoothly curling lines, providing a unique sense of beauty.

Strictly speaking, this room didn’t meet the standard of a presidential suite, for it lacked bodyguard quarters and a nanny’s room.

Yet, this was still the best room in Riverhaven County.

Greg Jensen had never stayed in such a luxurious hotel in his life, and today proved a learning experience.

Money sure was great!

He had to keep practicing cultivation; with strength, would he ever have to worry about money?

Then he could properly experience the life of the rich!

Greg Jensen thought to himself, his gaze settling on Lois Abbott’s graceful figure.

“I… I’ll take a bath first.”

Feeling that highly invasive gaze, Lois Abbott stuttered out her intentions, flushing as she dashed into the bathroom without waiting for a response.

The next second, she popped her head back out of the bathroom and warned, “The bathroom door doesn’t lock, so you better not come in!”

“Haha, then why don’t we bathe together?”

“Noway!”

Lois Abbott quickly shut the door and wrapped a towel around the doorknob several times, using it as a makeshift lock.

The door leading to the outdoor balcony was wide open, and the warm, gentle breeze caressed Greg Jensen’s face like a tender hand.

He lay on the soft, expansive bed, listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom as a strand of yang energy in his Dantian began to roam uncontrollably.

“How about… we just bathe together.”

Greg Jensen sat up from the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom door.

Inside the bathroom, water poured from the showerhead, and Lois Abbott sat on the toilet, her face a mask of conflict.

She had already decided to give herself completely to Greg Jensen, not just out of gratitude for saving her father, but as part of their agreement too.

But now, when it was time to begin, she felt indecisive and anxious.

Lois Abbott recalled the embarrassing scene in the cave and the humiliating sounds she had made, her cheeks flaming, her heartbeat quickening.

“We should just bathe together; you won’t be able to do it on your own anyway.”

Startled by the voice, Lois Abbott turned to see Greg Jensen, clad in just a pair of shorts, standing in the doorway with a grin.

She instinctively shrank away, but her eyes were drawn to Greg Jensen’s body —the chiseled abs, the solid pectoral muscles, and…

Seeing no refusal from Lois Abbott, Greg Jensen walked in, wrapped his arms around her slender waist and bent down to kiss her.

Faced with the sudden embrace and kiss, Lois Abbott seemed overwhelmed.

Even with their prior experience, her mind went blank as they truly began.

In the misty air, their breaths grew heavy.

Two hours later, Lois Abbott lay limply against Greg Jensen, succumbing to a deep sleep.

Greg Jensen sat at the edge of the bed, carefully sensing the changes within his body.

Just one session of Dual Cultivation had significantly increased his True Qi, equivalent to several sessions of the Guidance Technique.

The True Qi, which previously felt volatile, had become calm and tranquil after their Dual Cultivation.

It seemed that Dual Cultivation should be the main focus moving forward.

With the rate they were practicing, he was confident that it wouldn’t be long before he reached the next level.

However, the Guidance Technique couldn’t be neglected entirely; Greg Jensen understood the principle of moderation well.

“Alt, asleep already?”

Greg Jensen looked down and noticed that although Lois Abbott seemed to be asleep, her long eyelashes were fluttering lightly.

He smiled softly and quietly reached his hand under the covers.

“All… what are you doing…”

“Doing what…”

Seductive sounds once again filled the room.