Leng Youchen lowered his gaze and glared at her. Wasn't it a bit of a buzzkill to say that to him now? He punished her with a few hard thrusts, leaving Wei Anning seeing stars, her mind like a jubilee of fireworks.
This must be what feeling euphoric to the point of dying meant, she finally understood.
Leng Youchen pulled the blanket over the limp Wei Anning, stepped off the bed with his long legs, bent down to pick up his lounge pants and put them on. Given that he'd been exerting himself, it was remarkable he felt so refreshed without a trace of exhaustion.
Wei Anning looked at him, dazed. His physique was so perfect, she felt like whistling. Not an ounce of extra flesh on his waist and his long legs were just unreal, making her eyes sparkle with pink hearts.
The thought of this flawless man belonging entirely to her filled her with deep contentment.
