The breeze blows in from the window.
Cecilia Vaughn's body fatigue has mostly gone away, but her legs are still weak.
The chef at Splendid Pavilion really has excellent skills, and Cecilia Vaughn feels quite satisfied with a full stomach.
Even after glancing at Adrian Law's radiant face, she still feels uncomfortable.
"Adrian, why do you look so energetic and not at all tired? It's completely unfair!"
Adrian Law extended his long fingers and lightly tapped Cecilia Vaughn's head.
"Silly girl, I am a man. If I didn't have good stamina... how could I satisfy you?"
The man chuckled softly, leaning close to Cecilia Vaughn's ear, whispering ambiguously.
"..."
Cecilia Vaughn blushed with embarrassment.
What he did hardly qualifies as satisfaction.
He's basically like a perpetual motion machine... Cecilia Vaughn almost suspects that if she didn't fall behind in stamina, Adrian Law wouldn't want to stop at all.
