All right, we had to understand this: no matter how poised, composed, and innocent a girl who truly loved you seemed in public, in the bedroom she would often be even bolder.
Since they were here anyway, and everyone needed a healing game of mahjong, with the perfect setting right in front of them, it would have been a shame not to try a few extra variations.
Besides, although it was called an open-air hot spring, the roof and railings were actually made of special, fully enclosed materials. Supposedly, they were even made from the expensive outer hull plating of a spaceship. You could admire the ocean view and starry sky from inside without worrying about anyone outside seeing you splashing around together.
And so, thoroughly satisfied, they held each other and slept soundly until after four in the morning.
But because they were both psychics, they woke up on their own after seven, without feeling tired at all.
They ate the hotel's lavish breakfast in their bathrobes—Yu Lian even asked for two extra portions. Feifei folded the clothes she had changed out of yesterday, packed them into one of the room's sealable bags, and handed them to Yu Lian. "Take them home and wash them for me."
Yu Lian naturally hurried to comply.
Then, as if by magic, she pulled a relatively formal dress and coat from her little shoulder bag, along with a few accessories of just the right style and quality.
Yesterday, Feifei had worn a simple shirt, jeans, and jacket, like a photographer or editor out on assignment. That understated, low-key look, with its artsy flair, happened to suit Mr. Aisham's taste as a left-wing artist.
But since she was attending a media event today, she naturally had to dress a little more formally.
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