In Martin's mansion.
Drew was cradling the baby, somewhat clumsily feeding the little one with a bottle.
The baby had been born last October—a beautiful little girl. Martin had named her "Angel."
Angel Meyers.
Cameron Diaz, fresh from her rehab exercises in the pool, grabbed a large towel and dried herself off while glancing at Martin nearby. Curiously, she asked, "Hey, why isn't Mi here?"
"Oh, she's off hanging with a friend."
...
In the small villa, Liu Yifei was showing Yang Mi around her place.
After the tour, Yang Mi suddenly said, "Feifei, how about you drive, and we head over to check out my place?"
"Fine, I knew it—you were waiting for this. Here I thought you were being all sweet coming with me, but really, you just wanted to show off." Liu Yifei teased with a laugh.
"Oh come on, I'm just curious! Martin sent pics and videos of the house, but I haven't seen my own place in person yet. Let's go, let's go!"
"Alright, alright, I get it. Let's go."
Yang Mi's coquettish act was killer—even as a fellow woman, Liu Yifei couldn't resist.
Then Liu Yifei pulled her Porsche out of the garage and drove Yang Mi toward Santa Monica.
A few hours later.
Liu Yifei, aching from the drive, grumbled, "I shouldn't have let you talk me into this—I'm exhausted."
"Hehe, I'll give you a massage later. Come on, let's go in and see."
The apartment Martin had given Yang Mi was a top-floor unit right on the beach.
Since it was her first time, Yang Mi had to show her deed to the building manager to register her identity before getting the elevator key card.
The manager, in his fifties, eagerly asked, "Ladies, would you like me to escort you up?"
Yang Mi quickly replied, "No thanks, we'll manage."
"Alright, if you need anything, just call." The manager bowed slightly and watched the two girls swipe their card into the elevator.
At the top floor, Yang Mi punched in her birthday to unlock the door.
Then, smugly, she said, "See? Even with all his women, Martin still remembers my birthday. This place was his gift to me."
She pushed open the thick, heavy armored door. "Come on in."
"Wow!"
As soon as Liu Yifei stepped inside, she was captivated by the trendy decor. "It kinda has a western vibe, but mixed with that light luxury style that's popular now. It's gorgeous."
"Hehe, Martin designed it himself."
"Really? His taste is... top-tier."
Even though it wasn't a villa, Yang Mi's apartment spanned about 5,700 square feet—bigger than Liu Yifei's place.
"Wow, this balcony has an ocean view—amazing."
"Oh, is this a home theater?"
"Wow, there's even a gym. Martin thought of everything."
"Whoa, this bathtub is huge—big enough for two or three people to soak together, no problem."
The two girls wandered around, exclaiming in surprise.
Yang Mi's vanity swelled with her best friend's oohs and aahs, her feelings for Martin overflowing even more.
Eighty percent of love in the world can be filled with material things. Though Martin, as a succubus, didn't need to, he still enjoyed icing the cake—making his women happy. He was more than willing.
"Tonight, let's stay here, Feifei."
"Uh, is that okay?"
"Why not? You'd just be alone back home anyway. It's settled—we're crashing here for a couple days."
"Oh, alright!"
Liu Yifei thought about it and happily agreed.
The girls goofed around for a bit.
Yang Mi called Martin.
"Honey, I'm not coming back tonight. I'm at the place you gave me—Feifei's here too. We decided to stay a couple days, okay?"
"Ah~!"
Liu Yifei couldn't help shivering—her best friend was way too good at acting cute. Didn't she find it cringey at all?
Yang Mi didn't; she loved it, because her darling Martin enjoyed watching her do it.
"Sure, you two stay there for a couple days. I'll swing by when I'm free. Oh, right—besides the building's main manager, each unit has a private butler. I left your private butler's number on the nightstand. If you need anything later, just call her."
"A private butler? What can she do for me?"
"Lots—like if the place gets dirty, she can arrange cleaning; if something breaks, she can send someone to fix or replace it; if you're craving food but don't want to go out, she can order delivery for you..."
"Wow, that's so convenient."
...
After hanging up, Yang Mi grabbed the private butler's number from the nightstand and ordered a lavish dinner for herself and Liu Yifei.
Meanwhile, Liu Yifei was browsing the DVDs Martin had left in the home theater. As she looked, her face flushed scarlet with embarrassment.
Because among the many classic films Martin had bought for Yang Mi, there were quite a few adult-only movies—just the covers were enough to make hearts race.
But our Liu Yifei, outwardly a good girl, had secretly watched stuff like this before. What made her blush was the unbidden image popping into her head of Martin and Yang Mi in this private theater, watching the screen while... you know...
Ah no no no, stop thinking that—I'm so bad!!!
Liu Yifei shook her head vigorously.
From behind came Yang Mi's surprised voice. "Feifei, what's wrong? You okay?"
"Ah, no no no, it's—"
"What's this?"
Yang Mi had already come over, glancing at the DVD in Liu Yifei's hand. She peered closer and grinned mischievously.
"Ah~! So that's what you were thinking about—naughty stuff. Shaking your head to chase away the images?"
She mimicked Liu Yifei's head-shake, chanting in a mock-sultry tone: "No, no, nooo!"
Liu Yifei gaped: Oh my god, she nailed it!!!
Then, blushing, she pounced on Yang Mi. "Ah, shut up, shut up—I'm gonna pinch you!"
"Ahhh, no, not there—tickles, tickles!"
Turns out, girls together can get just as rowdy.
Like after dinner, when Yang Mi insisted on dragging Liu Yifei into the bath together—sternly refused by Liu Yifei.
Then, the two snuggled up on the massive 700-square-foot master bed, sharing a pillow and even the same blanket for the night.