"You."
"Evan Saint!"
"You're in such good shape, let's go again." As soon as he finished speaking, Evan Saint had already started a new round of plundering.
Sparkle Gold: …
Can she swear?
After toiling for a long time, it was only then that Evan Saint let go of the utterly exhausted her.
"Evan Saint, you're such a beast." Sparkle Gold slumped on the bed, murmuring her accusation, determined never to believe anyone who says Evan Saint is a celibate, aloof male god ever again.
With a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, Evan Saint made no effort to conceal his good mood: "Is that so?"
"No, calling you a beast is an insult to beasts; you're worse than a beast!" Looking at his refreshed appearance, well-fed and satisfied, Sparkle Gold was extremely unwilling to accept.
Why should she be so tired that she feels like every inch of her body might melt, while the man who did all the work shows no signs of fatigue?
