Of course, he also has another side that is unknown to others: dark and paranoid, psychologically twisted, and extremely possessive.

What belongs to him, whether living or dead, can only belong to him.

No one is allowed to touch it, nor can it be tainted by anyone else's scent.

The hairdryer was blowing Ahri's hair; it was very quiet, with only the feeling of warm air blowing out.

The things that rich people use are all high-tech.

The person was blowing his hair so gently that it made Ah Li feel drowsy.

However, unbeknownst to Sheng Wuji, Ah Li's gaze lingered greedily over his abdomen.

After his incredibly smooth and silky long hair was dried, Sheng Wuji put down the hairdryer and stroked his beautiful hair.

He really liked the feel of it.

Black, pure black.

Ah Li lay on his lap, moved her head slightly, raised her head and looked at Sheng Wuji, "Mr. Sheng, it's late, let's sleep together."

Sheng Wuji's pupils trembled slightly; this girl's audacity was constantly being redefined.

"Um."

Sheng Wuji pushed Ah Li's head away, stood up, and tried to unbutton his high-quality shirt.

Ah Li hugged him from behind, "Mr. Sheng, let me help you."

As Ah Li prepared to make her move, Sheng Wuji grabbed her hand, without using force, but enough to prevent Ah Li from doing as she pleased. "You don't need to do these things. Tonight, I won't touch you."

Sheng Wuji didn't turn around. He pulled away from Ah Li's hand and went into the bathroom.

Ahri wiped the infatuated look off her face; this man remained unmoved even with a woman in his arms.

However, since she didn't have to do that with anyone tonight, Ah Li was happy to have some peace and quiet. She walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and prepared to lie down.

However, the moment she lay down, Ahri felt that breathtakingly luxurious texture.

This is a large bed that makes you feel like you're lying on a cloud, as if you're being gently wrapped in the embrace of the finest velvet.

The mattress is as light and soft as a cloud, yet highly supportive. The premium memory foam perfectly conforms to the curves of the human body, neutralizing pressure.

The Italian-imported calfskin headboard cushion gleams with a pearly luster, and the hand-stitched quilted pattern is as exquisite as a work of art.

The bed frame is made of century-old oak, and the wood grain, after seven hand-polishing processes, flows with a warm, honey-like luster under the light.

The bedding is a masterpiece of 800-count Egyptian long-staple cotton, softer than the first snow and smoother than silk, reminiscent of the purest clouds atop the Alps.

The intelligent temperature control system hidden under the bed can automatically adjust the sleeping temperature according to the season.

The moment my body sank completely into this bed, it felt like falling into a sun-warmed cloud, every pore cheering the word "luxury".

Ahri silently thought to herself: This is truly an addictive feeling of comfort.

She even tried several different sleeping positions, looking completely blissful.

"Is it comfortable?"

A deep, husky voice sounded in Ahri's ear.

Ahri opened her eyes instantly.

Standing at the head of the bed, Sheng Wuji, wrapped in a bath towel, had his still-damp hair slightly obscuring his eyes.

Ah Li coughed lightly, immediately got up, and said, "Let me help Mr. Sheng blow-dry his hair."

"Um."

Sheng Wuji handed the hair dryer he was holding to Ali.

Ah Li was very surprised. Had this man wanted her to blow-dry his hair for a long time?

The hair dryer has started working.

Ah Li's fingers roamed through Sheng Wuji's hair, feeling the texture of his hair. He was perfect, and even the strands of his hair seemed to be God's masterpiece.

Sheng Wuji clenched his fist slightly. He looked at the two figures who were very close. In his opinion, this person did not seem to be seriously drying his hair.