Julian collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily for a long time before his mind gradually cleared. This morning, he had to handle some matters at Caldwell Empire, then hurriedly boarded a flight here. A full day of worry and physical exertion had left him exhausted, making his body less resilient than usual.
At the very least, he was already used to being fucked by Ethan Caldwell, so he wouldn't normally fail to hold on after just two rounds. It was just that today was too tiring. Julian groggily reached his hand behind his back, signaling to the man: "I'm not doing it anymore."
His voice was hoarse, the words slurring together as his eyelids began to droop. However, Ethan Caldwell suddenly grasped his hand. Julian dreamily turned his head, his vision slightly blurred, partly from tears and partly from sleepiness.
