Following the earlier intensity of passion, a sense of tranquility and affection now enveloped everything.

“What made you decide to dye your hair black?"

“It just felt like a change! Black suits me, don't you think?"

Leonel planted a kiss on the tender spot behind her ear.

“Your natural brown was lovely, and this black is equally enchanting."

Alexis playfully kicked him.

“Smooth talker! Loosen your grip. I want to get some sleep."

Yet Leonel persisted, shamelessly whispering in her ear, “Enjoy what we had earlier? After your period's gone, we can have a rerun. A better one actually."

Alexis chuckled softly.

"Oh yeah? A better one?"

Leonel remained in good spirits. Regardless of her attempts to provoke him, anger eluded him.

Fatigue tinged Alexis’ demeanor.

She snuggled against him, her mind dwelling on Calvin's ailment, yet sleep eluded her.

“Concerned about Calvin?"

Leonel's voice resonated in the obscurity.

Alexis murmured her assent.

In moments like these, she found herself open to sharing with Leonel.

She delved into details about Calvin's situation, discussing his parents and recounting the past when she took him under her wing.

Alexis spoke in hushed tones, and Leonel absorbed her words in unwavering silence.

As she concluded, with his face nestled in her neck, he posed a quiet question.