Rafael's way of celebration was intense.

Several times, Eileen found herself slipping down Rafael's body uncontrollably.

Yet his celebration was also gentle. Half asleep, Eileen felt as if she wasn't lying in bed, but in a soft sea of flowers.

In this floral paradise, she could smell the fragrances of various flowers and completely relax her body.

It was like a blank sheet of paper, without any pressure, extending infinitely at the end of the universe.

After a while, Eileen finally woke up from the waves of happiness. She turned over and lightly touched Rafael's chin with her finger.

Rafael nodded slightly, pecking at her fingertip, "Tired?"

Eileen shook her...