Rena reached out a hand, gently stroked his cheek, and whispered in a faintly trembling voice, “You've had your blood drawn so many times.

You'd better get some rest."

Waylen looked deep into her eyes.

This time, Rena didn't shy away from his gaze.

Her eyes glistened slightly, and her expression was complicated.

After a long while, Waylen smiled and said gently, “It doesn't matter."

He had always been domineering. Rena knew she couldn't change his mind, so she didn't protest when he held her down at the end of the bed...

Maybe due to donating so much blood, his stamina wasn't as good as before.

Waylen only came once.

Then he rolled over and lay next to her, panting softly. Strewn on the floor were the clothes they had taken off just now.

Rena wanted to get up and put them on.

But the man gently pressed her down and whispered, “Don't get up. Stay with me for a while."

Rena obediently nestled in his arms and pressed her face against his neck to feel his warmth.

Half an hour later, Waylen had enough rest. He carried Rena to the bathroom and the two took a quick shower together.

Afterwards, Rena was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

But sometime in the night, she awoke to find herself alone in bed.

She stood up, put on a coat, and walked into the living room. There she found Waylen smoking by the open window, with several cigarette butts in the teacup beside him.

Seeing Rena come out, he immediately stubbed out his cigarette.

“Did I wake you up?" he asked with a small smile.

Rena walked over and wrapped her slender arms around his waist.

“Why aren't you in bed? Is something bothering you?"

Women tended to have a softer heart when they were in love, and she was clearly concerned about his welfare, which just went to show how generous she was with Waylen right now.