"The game's over. It was an easy win," Monica said softly, her tone filled with affection.
"But I still hope you won't keep holding back. Protect yourself and don't get hurt."
A faint smile touched Li Fei's lips, his voice low and gentle.
"Don't worry. It's all controlled contact. I know what I'm doing."
"Today's prenatal checkup was very stable. No one cares more than I do about you and the baby."
Separated by a screen, the two quietly chatted about everyday matters. There was none of the tension of the court, only simple, tender affection.
Li Fei carefully reminded her to drink the fresh coconut water flown in for her on time, rest on schedule, and not overwork herself.
Monica nodded obediently, warmth filling her eyes.
She knew the playoff schedule was grueling, so she did not act clingy or demand his attention. She merely reminded him quietly to get some rest.
Pregnancy had made her a little softer, and their relationship was gentle yet restrained.
There were no overly intimate gestures, only steady companionship and concern.
After a brief tender moment, considering the long flight, Li Fei softly said goodbye and ended the video call.
He put away his phone and was about to turn and board the team's private jet.
A familiar figure suddenly stepped out of a black sedan beside the tarmac.
The lights against the night outlined the woman's graceful figure. It was Larsa Pippen.
Li Fei paused, obvious surprise flashing through his eyes.
He had never expected Larsa to come all the way to the airport late at night to see him off.
Larsa approached with soft steps, her makeup exquisite and her bearing capable yet seductive.
She wore a perfectly measured gentle smile, her eyes clear and devoid of any apparent ulterior motive.