When she finally calmed down and stopped crying, she felt both tired and hungry.
Han Ye had been under her for some time now, and he was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable, especially when her bottom moved dangerously to his crotch.
"Ugly man! Scary man! President Du!" Han Ye kept trying to think of images, and of course, nothing worked better than the image of President Du glaring at him.
He gulped and looked at Xiao Lei, who was still sitting on him and was wiping her flushed, tear-filled face with her shirt. "Xiao Lei?"
"What?" she mumbled, looking away from him.
"Erm... Can we talk in a more appropriate position?"
Xiao Lei blinked. She then realized that she had been sitting on him for at least 20 minutes. In his bedroom. In a hotel.
Embarrassed, she quickly stood up and looked away from him.
