Two hours later.
Tang Mo'er was drained of all energy, she felt her whole body go limp on the bed as she couldn't go on anymore. Gu Mohan had gone into the bathroom and taken a cold shower before he came out with some black silky pajamas on. He got into the bed and held Tang Mo'er by her tiny waist, pulling her into his embrace.
As he lay there, he admired the woman in his arms, her tiny face flushed and covered with soft beads of sweat, just like the petals of a rose in the morning with droplets of morning dew. It was enchanting.
He pinched her dainty nose with his fingers, asking her affectionately, "Is it really that tiring for you?"
Her long eyelashes batted, Tang Mo'er glanced at him listlessly and pouted her red lips. "What do you think? Mr Gu, it's really exhausting to do it with you. This sofa is about to fall apart, you're responsible for getting a new one."
