Liang Yunren watched as Miss Fang fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't rest. Instead, he quietly got out of bed, filled a basin with warm water, and gently wiped her body, bit by bit.
Then he took a silk nightgown from the wardrobe and dressed her in it before climbing back into bed.
Still, he didn't sleep.
He half-embraced Miss Fang, almost imperceptibly kissing her hair.
The entire time, he avoided looking at the room, which was filled with mirrors. He even knew cameras were hidden behind those mirrors.
Liang Yunren controlled his body as much as possible.
He had constantly changed girlfriends since he was sixteen. His most important asset in attracting women wasn't his face, but his attitude. He wasn't wealthy either. Over the years, one woman after another had supported him. From these women, he had also learned to pinpoint their desires.
