The weekend passed quickly. Jiang Yingyue was still as bashful as ever while she realized that, although Han Qingshan had never been infatuated with a woman before, he was, in fact, a big bad wolf.
He was insatiable, always waiting for a chance to get close to her. This weekend, ever since he had first laid his hands on her, she had barely been able to exit the bedroom.
All her energy had long since vanished from her body as she was lying on the bed, completely exhausted, not even bothering to grab the blanket to cover her body any longer.
Han Qingshan was seated on the couch, his laptop was placed on the table in front of him, and he was working on some papers. Yet every time his eyes landed on the bed, a smile would appear on his lips, and he would feel immensely happy and fulfilled.
