The next day, early morning.
Fang Li woke up in his own bed for the first time in a long while.
Ever since Index had moved in, he had given his bed to that bottomless-pit girl.
So, it really had been a long time.
What he had not felt in a long time was the warm touch of a soft, lovely body.
"Mm..."
Sylvia was lying sprawled in Fang Li's arms, sleeping soundly.
Just as when Index had seen her before, her pretty face was flushed, her fair skin tinged red and covered in beads of sweat.
The difference was that, before, Sylvia had at least remembered to put her clothes on.
Now, Sylvia was completely naked, nestled in Fang Li's arms with her arms around his neck, deep in sleep.
Her gorgeous indigo-purple hair lay smoothly across her delicate back. Coupled with the tantalizing curves and skin faintly visible beneath the sheets, she was as beautiful as a painting.
If someone took a picture of this scene and sold it, there would probably be no shortage of people in this world willing to spend their entire fortunes to get their hands on it.
Provided they ignored the man embraced by the world's number one diva.
Fang Li, now awake, inhaled the fragrance of the girl's hair and felt the soft body pressed against him. He was truly satisfied beyond words.
As a man, no one could fail to feel satisfied by this.
Not only did the girl in his arms possess world-class beauty, she was also the idol of billions around the world—the one-of-a-kind Diva Princess.
A girl like that had been thoroughly conquered by him all night, and when he woke up in the morning, they were still in intimate, naked, skin-to-skin contact. Any man who did not