Nonetheless, he harbored no inclination to admire them. Instead, he couldn't restrain a scoff.

"So, do you thoroughly enjoy his doting service?"

With that remark, he knelt down, brushing aside her hair in an attempt to discern her expression.

Alexis grappled with a pounding headache.

She truly had no desire to contend with Leonel. Rolling over, she lightly patted his handsome visage.

“His service is quite impeccable!

Would you like a detailed account? Ten thousand words, a hundred thousand, I can oblige!”

Leonel clenched his teeth.

"Utterly shameless, aren't you?"

Alexis chuckled, her delicate fingers tenderly tracing the contours of his handsome face, her voice taking on a softer tone.

"You used to bring home quite a few women. Why haven't I witnessed any wedding bells for you? If you had to marry them all, how many divorces would you have under your belt by now?"

Her legal acumen rendered her quick-witted and sharp-tongued.

Unable to match her in verbal sparring, Leonel opted for a straightforward approach and leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss.

With her head spinning and feeling light, Alexis was too lethargic to resist.

During the kiss, Leonel's hands continued their playful exploration of her figure. She gazed up at him, her finger tracing lightly over his lips.

"A '98 Lafite!"

Leonel promptly removed her stockings.

His long, dexterous fingers elicited a sense of comfort.

Alexis abruptly embraced his head, gently nipping at his shoulder while suppressing any sound.

Leonel rediscovered her lips, engaging in a deep kiss that rendered her entire body languid. He murmured softly, “Is it him who tends to you so well, or is it me?