Skyscrapers dotted the horizon through the floor-to-ceiling window, lights dimly twinkling, while the interior brimmed with the essence of spring, interspersed with increasingly heavy breaths.
Shen Yuan savored the fragrance emanating from Zhou Peiwei, his face displaying pure enjoyment.
Zhou Peiwei's cheeks blushed, biting her pink lower lip tightly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her body already tense as a bowstring.
"Shen Yuan, that's enough...."
Zhou Peiwei, supporting herself with her hands on the glass, softly called out.
"Not enough."
Shen Yuan rested his chin on her shoulder, gazing at her face.
Her thick eyelashes trembled as they fluttered, a scowl formed on her graceful nose bridge, and her delicate lips moved rapidly with each breath.
A slight upward glance would reveal the current Feel-good Index.
After a whole day of fun, and coupled with the current intimacy, Zhou Peiwei's Feel-good Index had just reached 70.