In the second half of the night, the rain stopped.
The air was filled with a piercing freshness, a bright moon hung in the sky, illuminating a world cleansed by rainwater.
The woman had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.
Sheng Qianchi brushed aside her long hair, and in the faint moonlight, gazed at her delicate face, a slight curve of a smile at his thin lips, he leaned down and kissed her cheek.
She was really worn out, sleeping deeply, her pink lips slightly parted, breathing softly and shallowly, exuding a seductive allure like drifting clouds.
He quietly watched her for a long while, utterly satisfied.
He got out of bed, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and saw the SUV still quietly parked outside the villa gate. He lightly raised an eyebrow and turned towards the bathroom.
After a quick shower, he brought out a hot towel and carefully wiped the woman on the bed clean.
