As the sun slowly rose over the horizon, Neonidas stood up and stepped onto the balcony. On the bed, Yuanna's vibrant yet lifeless-looking naked body lay face down. Even the soft breeze brushing against her bare, full hips didn't prompt her to pull the blanket over herself—she was too drained. Yet, all the effort had been Neonidas's; Yuanna had merely watched. She was too exhausted from all the hot lovemaking all night to move and her whole body ached, especially in her groin.
Neonidas settled into a chair on the balcony and poured himself a glass of wine, sipping it leisurely as he took in the majestic view of the endless ocean.
"Shitt... this world is better than I though Even though I still think your novel is a piece of trash, Eva, I suppose I should thank you for writing it."