"I'll pay them a visit on another occasion."

The sound of Leonel's voice echoed from the kitchen.

"Alright," Alexis acquiesced.

Thirty minutes later, he completed the cooking and joined her for dinner.

Alexis suspected he harbored concerns. Perhaps her minor blood loss was the source of his lingering worry. This was a rare moment when she genuinely sought to cheer him up a little bit.

After the shower, she adorned herself in nothing but a white shirt.

Seated on the ebony leather sofa beside the window, Alexis delicately dried her hair. Her slender form exuded an air of purity.

Engaged in business matters, Leonel later returned and found her in this state.

He experienced a momentary surprise.

Subsequently, he approached and effortlessly relieved her of the hair dryer. Temporarily shutting it off, he huskily posed the question, "Are you up for it?"

He then resumed the operation of the hair dryer.

Alexis lifted her head to meet his gaze, but he gently pressed it down. "Behave."

Swiftly, she pivoted, dropped to her knees on the sofa, and enveloped his waist with her arms.

Leonel's gaze held a profound intensity.

After a brief pause, he methodically switched off the hair dryer and set it aside. Subsequently, he kissed her and slipped his hand beneath her shirt. In a whisper, he declared, "This shirt belongs to me. I must reclaim it."

Not only did the shirt belong to him, but her entire essence belonged to him.

Leonel knew all too well how to please Alexis.

He exerted himself to ensure her happiness, even if it meant lust gnawing at him and beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His priority was always to make her feel good.

Embracing him tightly, Alexis commanded, “Let's go to bed!"

The two youthful bodies pressed against each other gradually, but he halted at the crucial moment.