The intricately carved bed was draped with a green silk curtain.
A few pieces of clothing were scattered on the floor.
The woman was lying exhausted on her man's chest, their hearts tightly pressed together, bodies embracing intimately.
Lu Chengfeng felt an unspeakable comfort and warmth.
As he acquired more women, each with their own allure and charm, indulging in their myriad styles, the aftermath left him empty.
After the body's impulses and desires were satiated, these women left him feeling neither warmth nor closeness, often a touch of coldness and loathing instead.
This pure desire, the more it recurred, the less interest it stirred in him.
Thus, he increasingly preferred to stay at Luo Suyi's place, liking her gaze filled with love and obsession, her pure and warm heart, her admiration and dependence on him.
This gave her an unmatched allure on the bed surpassing any other woman.
Because she was truly a beautiful woman.
