“Not all of them were genuine girlfriends! Some were merely female classmates with amicable connections, wanting to explore our country."

Alexis chose not to delve into the veracity of his statements.

She snorted. "I still remember how I wished to smack you back then!"

Leonel glanced at her and asked, “Do you enjoy these playful exchanges? How about I join you in the game and spice things up tonight?"

Alexis playfully cursed him for his shamelessness.

She found it hard to believe he had such kinks. He was typically so refined, but also so wild in the bedroom.

Leonel drove with a subtle smile, engaging in conversation until they reached his apartment.

Alexis lacked cooking skills.

Leonel managed everything in the kitchen on his own, while Alexis lounged in the expansive entertainment room, listening to music and flipping through magazines. Leonel had excellent taste, making his condo a truly pleasant place.

However, she grew restless and couldn't resist venturing into the kitchen to stir up some mischief.

She enveloped him from behind, uttering softly, "Leonel, I'm in the mood for orange juice!"

He gestured toward the blender, instructing her to do it herself.

"I don't know how to!"

Alexis displayed a more indulgent demeanor than in her childhood. She murmured against his back, "You make it for me!"

Leonel felt completely powerless.

He reluctantly set aside his cooking temporarily to prepare juice for his girl. Alexis clung to his waist throughout the process, and, secretly, he found it rather enjoyable.

When he finished, he handed her the glass, urging, "Give it a taste."

Alexis took a sip from the glass and prodded him, “Now, hurry up and resume cooking!"

Leonel playfully swatted her backside. "You little trouble maker!"

Alexis persisted in pestering him, and unable to resist, Leonel momentarily set aside his tasks. He washed his hands, and then slipped his fingers under her clothes, offering her a few tender touches.