Paris time, 5:30 p.m.
Apartment in the 16th Arrondissement, master bedroom.
Night had already fallen completely.
Only a few dim, yellow floor lamps were lit in the room, while the heavy velvet curtains were drawn tight.
The air still carried a damp, decadent scent.
The large bed was a complete mess.
Su Yu lay curled amid the rumpled bedding, her eyes half-closed.
Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with languor and dreamy intoxication.
Distinct red marks covered the fragrant shoulders and arms exposed beyond the blanket.
Right then, she was like a well-fed cat whose bones had been kneaded loose.
All her sharpness had faded away, leaving only the seductive obedience that seeped from her bones.
Even exhausted, her long legs still instinctively wrapped around Tang Song's.
Her crystal-clear toes occasionally brushed against his calf unconsciously, as if confirming that he was still there.
Tang Song leaned against the headboard, and he was not in much better shape than she was.
Scratch marks crisscrossed his upper body, some even beading with traces of blood.
They were the marks Su Yu had left behind when she lost control.
He wiped his face, feeling a dull ache in his waist.
It felt as though his body had been hollowed out.
Before coming to Paris.
[Magical Little Umbrella] had just refreshed to full capacity, and there had even been one precious bottle of [Recovery Potion] stored in the system inventory.
But now—
[Recovery Potion] had long since been used up.
[Magical Little Umbrella (Durability: 33/40)]
This really could not all be blamed on his lack of self-control.
Thinking back on what had happened earlier, Tang Song still felt lingering fear, his scalp even tingling.
He had been facing a Su Yu who had waited bitterly for five years.
She did not care about