Pampering Zaire

Lotus touched her slightly bloated stomach, completely satiated. She can't help thinking that Zaire is really a perfect man; he knows how to make money, how to care for his woman, also knows how to cook, etc.; just what does she want to mention that he doesn't have a talent for?

Lotus can't help thinking that her drunk and drugged legs really chose the best room to walk into that night.

Zaire touched her head fondly and caressed her hair. "Baby, rest."

Upon hearing Zaire's order, Lotus snapped out of her reverie, stood up, and shook her head. No, Zaire had tried for the day; she couldn't let him keep overworking and pampering her. He also deserves to be pampered. "Mr. Zaire," Lotus called seriously.

Upon seeing the woman adopt a serious expression on her face, Zaire's expression became solemn and patient. His actions revealed that he was all ears.

Lotus held Zaire's hand and raised her head to stare at him with a solemn expression on her face. "Mr. Zaire has done a lot. Leave it to me