Now that Mother Fame has arrived, it would be too rude for the two of them to sleep until noon.
John Fame nodded: "Alright, let's get up."
As he said this, he uncovered the blanket, turned over, and got out of bed, heading towards the walk-in closet.
Lissy Lock opened her eyes, watching John Fame's retreating figure.
Broad shoulders, narrow hips...
Her man, his body was undeniably superb.
And it was all for her eyes only.
John Fame moved swiftly. He soon emerged from the closet, dressed in pants and a shirt, his tie perfectly knotted. His demeanor now was entirely different from just moments ago...
He was a ruffian before, and now he resembled a self-restrained man, irresistibly attractive.
Lissy Lock watched him and chuckled.
"What's so funny?" John came over and patted her head, "Time to get up."
Twenty minutes later, John Fame and Lissy Lock descended the stairs together.
