Evening.
Serra, with a hint of blush on her cheeks, lazily stretched and wrapped her body in the nightgown from the bed, heading towards the bathroom.
Koman, drenched in sweat, didn't want to move. He felt his life was quite fulfilling now.
Busy dealing with various things during the day, exhausted to death.
Busy satisfying Serra in bed at night, also exhausted to death.
Apart from the enjoyment brought by money, he actually felt less comfortable now than before.
Going to the gym every day and flirting with female clients, perhaps not earning much, but the freedom was a benefit. Unlike now, he felt more like a beast of burden, just work and more work.
Lying in bed, his breathing gradually calmed down, and then he also headed into the bathroom.
Serra's figure had improved a lot over the years with proper care, but it still couldn't match those younger girls.
While applying body wash for her, Koman asked, "Who was on the phone just now?"
