After some playful struggling, the two finally walked out of the bathroom together.
Just out of the bathroom, Xia Shiqing staggered and nearly fell, casting a resentful glance at Sun Zhe, silently lamenting the profound effect of their recent actions—stronger than any drink worth thousands per bottle.
"It's all your fault, going so hard. How long has it been since you've touched a woman?"
Recalling their earlier encounter, Xia Shiqing couldn't help but savor it; Sun Zhe had been so eager he nearly put everything into it, like biking uphill with intense focus.
At this moment, her legs felt weak and trembled in her high heels.
Sun Zhe shrugged and put an arm around her slender, soft waist, quietly channeling energy to dispel the effects of the alcohol, "Alright, alright, it's all my fault. You can punish me when we get back."
Xia Shiqing's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she lightly kicked his calf, muttering, "You're such a scoundrel, daring to mess with me."
