Why Does the Boss Always Focus on Strange Knowledge?

On the large bed, scraps of red-and-blue skintight fabric lay scattered everywhere.

Zhou Jialu lay limply atop Su Bai's broad chest, looking as though she had just been pulled from the water, without a shred of strength left in her body.

Her face, which normally carried a hint of shrewdness and allure, was now full of gentleness and submission. A glistening tear still lingered at the corner of her eye, not yet wiped away.

"Junior... you're practically a monster." Zhou Jialu's voice was hoarse as she weakly thumped Su Bai's chest, her tone brimming with coquettish reproach.

Su Bai chuckled, his large hand gently stroking her smooth, bare back.

With a physique rated at 160 points, beyond the limits of humanity, combined with the terrifying recovery ability of the Source Physique, that stormy bout of exertion just now had not even counted as a warm-up for him. Instead, it left him refreshed and bursting with energy with nowhere to vent it.

Zhou Jialu struggled to get up and head to the bathroom to clean herself, but the moment she moved, her legs went weak and she collapsed back down, unable to stop a sweet cry from escaping her lips.

"Alright, lie still, Head Steward." Su Bai smiled and gave the pert curve a pat. Then he threw back the covers, got out of bed, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her to the bathtub.

By the time he had thoroughly cleaned Zhou Jialu and carried her back to bed, the club's head steward—normally in command of everything—could no longer even keep her eyes open. She obediently nestled against Su Bai's arm and fell into a deep sleep, a sweet, contented curve still resting on the corners of her delicate lips. Even asleep, she looked breathtakingly beautiful.

Su Bai