To make up for these days of neglect towards Zhu Yan, Sun Zhe really intended to give it his all this time.
He hoisted her long, white silk-clad legs onto his shoulders and commenced a furious output.
"Tonight, it's either you die or I'm completely spent!"
"Mmm... Faster, darling. Did you skip dinner?"
Zhu Yan shook her head, looking utterly seductive, teasing him relentlessly.
About forty minutes later.
The first round came to a close.
Sun Zhe lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, weak after the burst of exertion, pondering the origins of the universe and humanity.
"What's the matter, little rascal? You're done after the first round already?"
Zhu Yan quickly recovered, moved to lie on Sun Zhe's hairy thigh, using a slender hand to gather her messy hair, tossing it over her shoulder as she gently tidied the tools of crime.
Sun Zhe reached over to touch her ear, asking, "By the way, why isn't Fang Jiayun at home?"
