Luo De's physical resistance to alcohol had surpassed imagination, and with no strong liquor around, he could basically drink continuously.
Durant, Gang Le, and the others were the same.
However, everyone was sensible enough not to shout recklessly around the manor.
Moonlight spilled into the room through the skylight, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Avril sat quietly at the edge of the bed, combing her golden hair that cascaded over her shoulders.
By now, she had already taken off her evening gown, wearing only a thin linen nightdress.
Her graceful figure faintly discernible.
Luo De slowly walked towards Avril and embraced her.
Their eyes met in the dim firelight.
No words were needed to understand each other's longing.
Passion burned like a flame, unleashed freely in the silent night.
After a long while.
Everything returned to calm.
Avril lazily lay on Luo De's broad chest.
