My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 77 Yam

Three hours later, Leia awoke feeling refreshed. The lingering warmth beside her made her turn, and she found Riley sleeping soundly. His even breaths and relaxed expression brought a soft smile to her lips.

"He really stayed with me… such a sweet man," she mused, warmth spreading in her chest.

For a moment, she simply watched him, admiring the peaceful way he slept. Then, unable to resist, she reached out and gently shook his shoulder.

"Riley, wake up," she murmured.

His eyelids fluttered open, his gaze hazy with sleep before focusing on her. A lazy smile tugged at his lips.

"Oh? You’re finally up," he said, stretching with a groggy chuckle. "Come on, Leia, I’ve been starving all day."

As he sat up and began dressing, Leia couldn’t help but blush. Her eyes traced the sculpted muscles of his back before drifting lower.

No matter how many times she saw him, she was always struck by how effortlessly masculine he was.

Even in his most relaxed state, Riley was big in every way—his body strong and well-built, and his little brother anything but little.

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Leia swallowed, heat creeping up her neck. No matter how much time passed, he still had this effect on her.

Leia hurriedly dressed, her fingers fumbling as she shyly tried to cover herself.

Every time she pulled a piece of fabric into place, another would slip, making the process more difficult than it should have been.

She stole a glance at Riley, who leaned casually against the wall, watching her struggle with a barely concealed smirk.

"Need some help?" he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Leia’s face turned scarlet. "I-I can do it myself!" she stammered, focusing harder on her task.

After what felt like forever, she finally managed to dress properly. With a satisfied huff, she smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes and turned to Riley—only to find him extending his hand toward her.

She hesitated for a moment before slipping her fingers into his. His grip was warm, firm, and reassuring. Holding hands, they stepped out together.

The moment they entered the main hall, Eve was already waiting. Her sharp gaze flickered between them, lingering just long enough to confirm what had transpired.

Though her expression remained polite, Leia couldn’t help but feel that Eve understood everything.

"You must be starving, young master," Eve said smoothly, her voice as gentle as ever. "Please follow me. The food is ready."

Leia couldn’t tell if she was imagining it, but there was something in Eve’s tone—a certain calculated warmth. It was clear she wasn’t just a mere servant. No, Eve had her own ambitions.

She was playing the long game, and from the way she carried herself, it was obvious she planned to hold onto Riley’s favor, no matter what. This thick thigh must not escape her grasp!

Riley, oblivious or perhaps simply unconcerned, smiled at her.

"Thank you, Eve. You’ve worked hard."

Leia followed as they made their way to the dining area. The scent of rich, savory dishes filled the air, making her stomach rumble in anticipation.

The long table was filled with an impressive spread—roasted meats, steaming soups, fresh bread, and fruits that glistened under the soft glow of the lanterns overhead.

Just as they were about to take their first bite, the doors swung open, and two familiar figures entered.

Katherine and Veronica.

Leia felt a chill run down her spine as Katherine’s sharp gaze locked onto Riley like a predator spotting its prey. With her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her lips, she let out a sigh.

"So, you finally came out," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "I was wondering when that would happen. And, surprise, surprise, you’ve already found a new girl."

Leia shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The way Katherine spoke made it clear that she wasn’t pleased.

Riley, to his credit, didn’t look the least bit flustered. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and gave her a lazy grin. "I really can’t help it. She came to me for help, we talked… and it just happened."

Katherine’s eyes narrowed. "You made love to her for an entire day, Riley. That doesn’t ’just happen.’" She pouted, her displeasure evident.

Leia opened her mouth to protest—she wanted to explain that things weren’t exactly how Katherine was making them sound—but before she could say anything, Eve cut in.

"I’ll visit you tonight, young master," Eve said, her voice dripping with mischief. "There’s something important I need to discuss."

Leia glanced at her, feeling an odd sense of unease. There was something about Eve’s tone that made it clear she wasn’t just referring to a simple conversation.

Before Katherine could launch into another complaint, Veronica chuckled and waved a dismissive hand. "You should just let Riley be, Katherine. He’s a capable man. Honestly, forming a harem of a hundred women isn’t far-fetched for someone like him."

Leia’s stomach twisted at those words. A harem? A harem was of course natural for strong male cultivators.

Katherine huffed, clearly unconvinced. "I still don’t like it. Riley should—"

Leia remained quiet throughout the exchange, her smile awkward as she listened to them bicker.

Though their method of welcoming her into their world was anything but conventional, she realized something important—she was being accepted.

The conversation continued to spiral, but no one had touched their food yet.

Not that it mattered.

For the first time, Leia truly felt like she was becoming part of something romantic, even if it was far from what she had ever imagined.

The group finished their meal late into the evening, the conversation lively and filled with teasing remarks. As they settled back, satisfied, Riley cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention.

"I have an announcement to make," he said, leaning forward with a grin.

"I now have four women—three girlfriends and one bedwarmer. And since I only have one body, there’s an important question I need to ask."

A pause. A moment of suspense.

"Who’s in for a threesome?"

Silence hung in the air. The women exchanged glances, some looking away, others feigning disinterest. Then, slowly, just one hand raised.