As a man of cleanliness, he couldn't bear to skip a day without a shower. He wiped his body with a lone hand, forgoing the bathrobe entirely.

Clad in his underwear, Leonel gathered his suit pants and shirt as he made his way into Alexis’ room.

Inside, the atmosphere was a bit dim and tranquil.

Alexis appeared to be already in slumber.

He hadn't anticipated her swift descent into sleep, considering there was a man in her home.

As Leonel settled beside her, Alexis roused from her slumber promptly.

She muttered a curse under her breath.

“Leonel, what is it you have in mind?"

"Sleep."

As Alexis lay on the bed, a silent contemplation prompted her to flick on the light.

There, sprawled across her bed, was a man.

His upper body bared, his handsome visage undeniably captivating.

Alexis regarded him with an icy demeanor.

"I didn't bring you here to warm my bed. Even if I were seeking someone to share it with, it certainly wouldn't be a cripple.”

Undeterred, Leonel clung to his pursuit.

Lazily reclining against the bed's headboard, he retorted, "Why not give it a shot? My hand may be injured, but my other aspects are in perfect working order."

He leaned in closer, his voice taking on a seductive tone.

“Alexis, I remember how you used to enjoy teasing me when we were kids. Don't you want to give it a shot now? You might find it rather addictive."

Alexis scoffed, "I never expected you had a penchant for masochism."

Upon realizing she might not be able to drive him away, she decided to turn off the light and return to sleep. Her voice emanated from the darkness.