The night deepens, but Kyoto seems to be enveloped in a sea of lights, decadent and noisy.
The neon lights resemble long dragons, winding and stretching endlessly.
A height of thirty-six floors is enough to overlook the bustling Kyoto...
Mason Bennett downed the red wine in his hand, his face cold.
On the big bed in the bedroom, Bella Green was sleeping soundly, a sweet smile on her lips...
Mason Bennett looked at the wine bottle, already half empty, furrowed his brow slightly, and put down the wine glass.
A bottle of wine is not enough to make him drunk, but he didn't want to drink too much.
He was afraid the lingering smell of alcohol would make her uncomfortable...
Mason Bennett turned to the bathroom, took a shower, and then returned to the bedroom.
Looking at the sweetly sleeping girl on the bed, the man's cold eyes were tinged with warmth and deep affection.
