In her hazy state, she felt a warm hand gently wiping her body with a towel.
Someone then carried her to the bed, hugging her waist by his muscular, long arms.
His sonorous heartbeat reverberated in her ears the whole night.
After carrying her to bed, Mu Yazhe changed into an ironed suit. Looking fresh and smart, he was, again, the royal elite.
Even after a night of debauchery, there was no hint of fatigue on this man. He had always been full of vim and vigor.
Just as he was about to leave, the woman groggily opening her eyes entered his periphery.
He walked to the bedside and leaned over in a half-squatting position; his large palm then gently stroked her forehead. Hooking his thin lips into a smile, he said in his baritone voice, "Wait for me to have dinner tonight."
His voice was as deep, and sexy, as ever, and his palm was just as warm.
