There was no gaudy extravagance, yet every detail was immensely captivating.
Larsa Pippen looked up at the tall, upright man before her, her eyes filled with gentle warmth.
More than anyone else, she understood Li Fei's wealth, status, and disciplined nature.
She also knew that this was the moment when he was most vulnerable.
"I'm guessing you just arrived at the hotel and haven't rested yet."
Larsa Pippen's voice was soft and sweet, carrying a touch of considerate tenderness.
Li Fei's expression remained calm and stern, without the slightest unnecessary emotional shift.
His broad, towering figure stood at the door, naturally radiating an overwhelming presence. "How did you find this place?"
Li Fei's tone was flat, impossible to read, yet it carried a clear sense of distance.
Larsa Pippen smiled faintly and answered openly, without the slightest attempt to evade him.
"If I want to find you, I naturally have my ways."
That simple sentence directly revealed her intentions and obsession.
She turned slightly aside, avoiding Li Fei's gaze as she slowly walked into the room.
The evening breeze carried a faint fragrance of perfume as it quietly drifted into the suite.
She stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the night, her tone full of empathy.
"I know you're exhausted."
"Consecutive road games and high-intensity competition have pushed both your body and mind beyond their limits."
Li Fei stood quietly where he was. He did not respond, only watched her in silence.
He saw through things clearly and had long since recognized all her little schemes.
Larsa Pippen turned around, her gaze landing directly on Li Fei's face, sincere yet probing.
"Monica Bellucci is pregnant now and needs peace and rest."
"She can't stay by your side. She can't take care of your emotions or your daily life."