C122 The Last Benevolence!

In the warmth of their bedroom, a radiant woman in her early thirties, her skin soft as dew, lay in bed, gently tugging at the man beside her. "Master, it's getting quite late. Shouldn't we be sleeping by now?"

Beside her, a man in his fifties or sixties sat with a rigid posture, his slightly plump figure casting a shadow of worry in his eyes. "This afternoon