Alexis reached for the lubricant, and he grasped her hand.

Alexis dimmed the chandelier, leaving only a bedside lamp aglow. She placed the lubricant on the pillow, and then leaned in to kiss him.

Their fingers intertwined as their bodies pressed close.

How could Leonel contain his excitement? He couldn't resist it in the slightest.

He allowed her free rein over him, fulfilling his every fantasy.

After a few rounds, were it not for the lubricant, he might have believed Alexis had fully recovered from her mental traumas.

Their embrace was warm with sweat.

He gently licked her chin, whispering, “How are you doing?"

They had sex for several rounds, leaving Alexis somewhat languid. She gazed up, composing herself. After a while, she regained her composure and uttered, "I feel something, Leonel. But the most crucial thing is that I'm with you. I wish for your happiness."

Leonel grasped her chin, leaning in for a kiss.

He whispered, “Alexis, you're incredibly maddening and fulfilling.”

They couldn't resist the urge to repeat their actions.

Early in the morning, Alexis awoke to find Leonel absent from the bed.

Instead of roses, a maple leaf lay upon her pillow.

The maple leaves blazed crimson these days.

Alexis lifted the maple leaf delicately as Leonel entered bearing a tray. Sitting up, she teased, "You had quite the stamina last night. You even came four times and still managed to get up early, Leonel. Quite impressive for someone your age."

Leonel stayed firm. "I think it was you who put in a lot of effort last night. I was worried you might not be feeling well today, so I thought breakfast in bed might help. Did you like the post-coital service?"

Alexis noted the nearly depleted tube of lubricant on the nightstand.

A blush spread across her cheeks.

A woman could hardly exploit a man during such a quarrel.