That night, Ma'el finished all the team's celebrations and exhaustedly returned to the hotel of the wives' group of the France team.
With an attitude of enjoying life to the fullest when in high spirits, they had just drunk a little beer, and now couldn't help feeling a bit tipsy,
but that was good, as it added a touch of excitement and haze, catalyzing various emotions and... intimacy.
When he pushed open the door, he saw the flamboyantly dressed Isabella standing charmingly at the door, one hand on the door frame, the other playing with the hair in front of her head, looking very alluring.
She wore a baseball cap, a white lace-trimmed tight-fitting top, and knee-high white stockings, giving off a sense of purity while adding a touch of wild charm.
"Tired?"
Isabella looked up with a gentle smile, making one unable to resist drawing her into an embrace, while his hands explored some curves of her body, "Not tired, we agreed, always saving some strength for you."
