Outside the door, Freya stretched languidly, revealing her slender waist impossible to grasp with one hand, along with the deep, unfathomable scar on her chest, and replied with a brimming smile:
"It's rare for someone as busy as you to have time for a heart-to-heart with them in private. I, an outsider, should naturally avoid intruding."
"Outsider? Your words seem to carry another meaning," Luo En frowned.
"You don't know yet? Those three are to be your dedicated maids from now on, responsible for taking care of your daily needs, and... warming your bed."
Freya blinked, teasing with a chuckle,
"It's better to connect emotionally in advance, so when the time comes, they won't be too nervous to spread their legs for you."
Hearing such a blatantly crude tease, Luo En's face darkened involuntarily.
Ever since Freya transitioned to become the God of Love, although she still maintained a cool and elegant demeanor in public, in private, she was increasingly resembling a hooligan.
