「The next day.」
Bright sunlight streamed into the bedroom of the presidential suite.
Clothes lay scattered in disarray across the hand-woven carpet.
Among them were fragments of black stockings and a pair of red-soled, stiletto heels.
Xue Zhongyun had woken up early and was watching the sleeping man.
Her pretty face was flushed with a satisfied glow.
She looked even more beautiful than yesterday, her eyes filled with an obsessive fascination.
If a man could simultaneously satisfy a woman's material, physical, and spiritual needs, then he would be more addictive than poppies.
And Qi Sheng was just such a man.
The terrifying length of a single eighty-minute session was something Xue Zhongyun had experienced four or five times last night.
For a mature woman like her in her thirties, it was the stuff of fantasy.
Ever since experiencing the pleasure of being with Qi Sheng, Xue Zhongyun had completely lost interest in other men.
