Beitang Yao propped his head with one hand, reaching out to brush aside the sweat-dampened hair from her forehead, and sighed, "The books all say that a woman is most enchanting after making love! At this moment, I truly believe it!"
Xia Qingqian heard this, abruptly opened her eyes, her face flushed red, and angrily shouted at him, "Scoundrel!"
"I only play rogue with you; ordinary women don't interest me." He pulled her small hand, placed it by his lips, and gently nibbled on it.
She had also read such a phrase in a book: Men will have love after sex, while women will have sex after love.
She didn't know which category she belonged to. She knew that in the past three years, she had been his woman, and whenever he needed anything, all she had to do was comply.
