Elisa White couldn't fathom why William Brich had whisked her away to the civil affairs bureau at first sight, swiftly arranging their marriage registration. After their marriage, the nights were filled with revelry. Supporting her nearly-broken waist, Elisa's face was mournful as she asked, "William, what do you love in me? can I change it?"

"No," the satiated man's laughter was particularly seductive, his eyes shimmering with an eager gleam.

"Like this, I might die from overexertion."

"You won't."

"Why?"

"I won't allow it. Who would dare to let you die? Not even the God!"

Elisa: "…"

William Brich looked at the disheveled woman and gathered her into his embrace. To be the woman of William Brich, there were three prerequisites: to enjoy being pampered, to delight in being cherished, and to relish meticulous care. This woman happened to fulfill all the requirements, thus she must be ready to have a consciousness belonging solely to him!