Meanwhile, in a warm and cozy bedroom within Pink Street, the noise of the outside world seemed to have been completely isolated. The room was filled with the faint fragrance of incense, and the dim light from the spiritual lamp cast a soft glow over the surroundings.
Tyler sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the naked woman beside him with a strange expression.
The woman had tears streaming down her face.
This left Tyler somewhat confused.
Only a few moments ago, this woman had been passionate and bold, completely different from the tearful appearance she now displayed. She had even called his name repeatedly while they were doing intensely, yet now she was crying as though she had encountered the greatest injustice beneath the heavens.
Tyler scratched his head.
"You were so fierce just now. Why are you crying now?"
The woman's shoulders trembled.
"You... You really don't remember me?"
Her voice was filled with sorrow.
