Two days later, Monroe returned.
Blonde hair, red lips, beauty mark, a sexy figure with a baby face—her entire being exuded an irresistible feminine allure.
When Monroe saw Hardy, she didn't rush over right away. Instead, she leaned against the doorframe and began to dance. Hardy was about to stand up, but seeing this, he laughed and sat back down.
Monroe began to sing a soft, melodic song.
She swayed gently as she danced, stepping closer to Hardy in her high heels. When she reached him, she touched his cheek, continuing to sing a song of longing.
Then her lips kissed Hardy's eyes.
Kissed his nose. Brushed past his lips, and kissed his chin. Then, his chest.
What is a good life? This is it—having what you like, enjoying what you have, that's already enough. This is a good life.
Don't overthink it.
Talking about making great contributions to humanity—that's not his pursuit.