Indeed, as Shang Yu said, no one came to disturb them that night.
So much so that the man indulged in pleasures almost all night long, allowing Li Qiao to truly witness his admirable stamina.
She had always known that Shang Yu was unusually frenzied when it came to making love.
But she never expected that on the day before he left on a business trip, he would devour her like a ravenous wolf leaving nothing behind.
Even at the climax, a bizarre thought crossed Li Qiao's groggy mind.
If love could reflect the level of obsession, then Shang Yu must be a severe case.
...
At seven in the morning, Li Qiao, feeble from illness, finished breakfast and shakily climbed into the black business car.
She didn't know what time she had fallen asleep, only that when she woke up in the morning, the man was holding her in the bathtub for a bath.
