Seeing the exhaustion etched into Xiaomei’s face, Noah felt a sharp twist of guilt.
Last night replayed itself in his mind—how she had insisted on pleasing him in every possible way, smiling through her own fatigue, refusing to stop until he was fully satisfied. He had indulged without restraint. She, on the other hand, had ended up barely able to move, limp and drained, like water poured across the sheets.
And now, after only a few hours of sleep, she was here again—at work.
Watching her fall asleep at her desk broke something in him.
I really went too far, he thought.
“Did you really bring me something to eat?” Xiaomei asked suddenly, her eyes lighting up as she spotted the thermal flask in his hand.
The weariness vanished instantly, replaced by pure anticipation. She stared at the
