Only you in my love

That night, after the children were fetched by their parents, Leon and Michelle got on the Ferris wheel. From the ride's highest point, they could see the city lights twinkling against the night, like a sea of stars. Leon leaned over and held her face in his hands, while Michelle

stood on tiptoe and raised her head, and their lips met in the middle.

Leon started kissing her more passionately, his tongue slipping into her mouth.

When he did this, Michelle tasted a hint of sweetness.

Maybe it was his pheromones, or maybe it was just her imagination. However, nothing could change the fact that there was a sweet taste lingering in her mouth.

More importantly, she liked it.

She wrapped her arms around Leon's neck and pressed her body against him. This time, it was Michelle who wanted more.

She had always been the shy one, dodging his attempts to get too close. Now, she was the one taking the lead.

Leon was pleasantly surprised and embraced her sudden boldness.

He couldn't hold himself back anymore.

Michelle didn't seem to mind. She kept kissing him back and running her fingers through his hair, telling him she wanted more through her actions.

When the Ferris wheel finally came to an end, the staff in charge of letting people on and off the ride found the two people inside their cart standing feet apart, averting eye contact with each other. When they first arrived, they looked so in love and were even holding hands.

But now that the ride was over, they looked like awkward strangers.

'Did they break up?"

The staff hesitated. He didn't know whether to open the door for them or not. He thought that maybe, if they rode the Ferris wheel again, the two would make up.

Of course, this wasn't up to him. The rules didn't allow people to ride the Ferris wheel two times in a row. Also, Leon didn't look like he wanted another round on the ride-at least, for tonight. After tonight, he could ride it as many times as he wanted.

At this time, Leon had taken off his overcoat and hung it on his forearm. His top terminated right above his thighs, just enough to cover his sensitive part.

He was teasing Michelle about having to take another cold shower when they got back, but what she said almost made him go crazy with lust.

"Leon, taking a cold shower, especially in the winter, is torturing yourself. Don't do it. Torture me instead."

At that moment, his mind went blank. Fortunately, he managed to control himself enough to take a few stiff steps away from Michelle.

Michelle had a way with making him feel like a ticking time bomb. He didn't dare approach her now, worried his bomb would explode.

When they made it out of the crowded amusement park, Leon couldn't bear it anymore. He scooped her into his arms and briskly set her down in the passenger seat. After making sure her seat belt was fastened, he slammed the door, trotted over to the driver's side, and started the car. The whole set of actions went so smoothly and so quickly.

His body was rigid, his jawline set, but his eyes were fiery with passion.

But he could only do so much to restrain himself, so he sped all the way back to C Mansion.

As soon as they entered the room, he pressed Michelle against the wall without even turning on the lights. The atmosphere was filled with lust and excitement.

Michelle didn't sleep that night. When she finally was able to close her eyes and slowly drift off to sleep, the last thing on her mind was the image of her trembling legs spread out with Leon in between them.

Exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep.

At some point in the night, she felt someone picking her up carefully. She vaguely smelled snow mixed with plum blossoms before falling asleep again.

She had a dream. She was swimming in the sea. Small waves came at her, as warm as Leon's hand, washing over every inch of her skin.

After taking a swim, she lay on a beach mat and sunbathed quietly.

She felt comfortable.

In reality, the quilt was tucked all the way to her chin, exposing her flushed face. It was obvious that she was feeling quite hot.

Without lifting the quilt, Michelle just moved her head and smacked her lips in her sleep, as though she was eager to eat something.

"I love you, Michelle," Leon whispered, kissing her gently on the forehead.

He had said this the night before while they were ravishing each other. It was said that what a man said in bed was nonsense, so he said it this morning.

The housekeeper responsible for cleaning the house had already covered the first floor. She even was able to prepare lunch before Leon came downstairs.

Just as she was about to go upstairs to clean the rooms on the second floor, Leon stopped her. "Clean the rooms tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Lu,"

the housekeeper answered meekly. She was about to leave when she was stopped again.

"Don't leave yet, though. Teach me to cook some light and healthy dishes."

The housekeeper never questioned her employer. Now was no different. She led him to the kitchen and patiently taught him how to cook some dishes. However, despite following her instructions, Leon's food turned out tasteless.

His own cooking couldn't satisfy his picky taste.

There was no way he was going to let Michelle taste his subpar food.

So he tossed his first attempt into the garbage and started all over again.

Fortunately for him, Michelle was so tired that it was unlikely she was getting up any time soon, so he had enough time to cook something he was satisfied with.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when he finished cooking. Worried that she was starving, Leon went upstairs to wake her. He gently pushed the door, opening it only a crack, and peeked inside. Through the crack, he watched as his girlfriend awkwardly tried to sit down on the chair.

As soon as she sat down, she winced and stood up again. When she saw that no one else was in the room, she moaned in pain.

Leon felt sorry for her, but he was worried that Michelle would feel embarrassed if he showed up now.

So he decided to wait a moment before opening the door.

Michelle was already dressed, so she gave up on the idea of sitting on the chair and stood in front of the mirror instead. Looking at her reflection, she grinned. Perhaps she was thinking about the events of last night, because her rosy cheeks blushed even deeper. Michelle rubbed her cheeks, trying to calm herself down.

In Leon's eyes, she was the cutest thing ever.

He took this as his cue. Pretending not to have seen anything, he knocked on the door lightly. "Michelle, are you awake?" he asked innocently.

The sudden sound startled Michelle. She gently patted her chest to calm down before she opened the door.

Michelle thought she had managed to calm down, but when her eyes met his, her heart started to race.

She instantly recalled their passionate sex from the night before and she started to feel warm all over.

She almost couldn't stand being around Leon, who was so seductive she could barely breathe at times. "Good morning, Leon."

Leon chuckled. For a second, he was tempted to tease her, but then he decided against it.

"Good morning.

Let's go downstairs and have breakfast."

Leon patiently waited as she slowly shuffled out of the room, wincing slightly at the pain she felt in her nether regions. Closing the door, he held her hand in his.

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but Michelle stiffened at his touch.

Her mind kept replaying the scenes from last night. With Leon's hand holding hers, her palm began to sweat and her heart beat loudly in her chest. This was doomed.

She felt that she could no longer simply hold Leon's hand.