Two days after Christmas, it's New Year.
The morning of the New Year.
"Shami? Shami?"
Shami woke up on the sofa in the study, first seeing the ceiling, and then the maid Bone Frame squatting beside him.
"What's up?"
Shami slowly got up; sleeping on the sofa left his back aching, and he couldn't help but stretch his waist.
"Why is Shami sleeping in the study? Isn't the bed in the bedroom quite big?"
Bone Frame couldn't help asking.
Shami recalled the night of the fireworks festival.
Eight times, a total of eight times.
Four Demon Envoys took turns on him for eight rounds before they contentedly fell asleep.
The Demon Envoy girls were satisfied and slept soundly.
But the Demon King was left utterly drained, his legs weak the next day.
The next night, Shami returned to the bedroom and saw the four girls on the bed, whispering and raring to go at it again. He decisively claimed to be busy with work and fled, sleeping in the study for the next few days.
