It was already dawn, but she was not sleepy at all. Her whole body seemed to have fallen apart, even a single blink was exhausting.
She slowly turned her body and looked at the man beside her. Zhou Yao's eyes were closed. What they did was quite demanding, so he seemed to have fallen asleep. However, his naked body still smelled of male hormones, strong and wild.
Leng Zhiyuan reached out her small hand and touched his handsome features with her soft fingertips.
"Still not enough?" He held her hand in his. Kissing her small hand, he then opened his eyes and looked at her with a smile.
"What are you talking about? You're the one who hasn't had enough!" She quickly withdrew her hand.
"Sure, it's me. So why don't we do it again?" Zhou Yao climbed over her as he was talking.
Leng Zhiyuan pushed out her hands against him. "Stop fooling around. The tent will be ruined if... if you keep this up. There are people around."
