Upstairs,


    Ly on the bed, too exhausted to move, her eyes half-closed as she tried to catch her breath.


    After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes.


    Turning her head, she saw Sylvester sitting on the bed, fully dressed, with L''s slender legs resting on hisp. His distinct hands gently massaged her legs to ease her soreness. Thinking about the past few days, L felt an overwhelming urge to cry.


    A wave of grievance surged in her heart, and she lifted her leg to kick Sylvester in the face.


    Sylvester reacted quickly, grabbed L''s ankle, and kept massaging it, a smile ying on his lips. "nning to murder your husband?"


    L thought, ''Huh! We''re unmarried yet.''


    L stayed silent and sulking while Sylvester was massaging her.


    After a long while, L still felt angry. She red at Sylvester and used, "All you do is bully me."


    Her voice was soft and hoarse.


    This time, she was utterly exhausted.


    Sylvester wasn''t fazed at all. He continued to knead L''s legs gently and said, "It''s called pampering. Baby, this is my way of spoiling you."


    L had long known that Sylvester could be shameless, but she hadn''t expected him toe up with such shameless statement.


    For a moment, she didn''t know what to say.


    Seeing L holding back her anger, Sylvester chuckled softly. Recalling L''s initial frenzy over the past three days, he raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with amusement. With a forceful pull, he dragged L over.


    L screamed in fright, lifting her leg to kick again, but Sylvester caught it. The area under her skirt, where she wasn''t wearing any underwear, was exposed to him. Sylvester''s expression changed.


    He pinned L down, his voice hoarse. "Don''t move."


    He thought, ''Knowing full well that I have no self-control around her, she dares to do this to lure me?


    ''If she doesn''t behave, the punishment would continue.''


    But he knew he had gone too far these past few days. Instead of another round, he adjusted L''s clothes, sat by the bed, held her, and kissed her forehead tofort her. "Does it still hurt?" L replied irritably, "What do you think?"


    "You had no self-control."


    "Yes, I had no self-control," Sylvester admitted. He lifted L''s chin with his fingers to watch her eyes. "Baby, since you know I don''t have self-control, you need to behave yourself. Otherwise, if you sneak out again, you might as well give up on these legs."


    He intended to keep her by his side for a lifetime; after all, he could afford it.


    As he spoke, he bent L''s legs and nted a kiss on her fair, rounded knee.


    Even her knees fit his aesthetic perfectly, simply wless.


    Except for the bruises, which looked both suggestive and unsightly.


    His hands covered them to massage them gently.


    He might have gone too far in bed for the past three days.


    His handsome brows furrowed slightly.


    Ly in Sylvester''s arms, hearing his words. Her voice was soft and timid as she said, "Sylvester, is it because I''m a Mutant that I''m destined to live in secret?"