Could it be that he thought he hadn't had enough fun, or maybe he was reminiscing and thought that she didn't taste bad?
In fact, he didn't have anyone else beside him at the moment, so could he have some more fun with her?
With such thoughts in mind, Song Qinghuan could feel the anger welling up in her.
She was not amused by his self-satisfying demeanor, so she angrily grabbed a pillow and threw it fiercely at Shi Yuhuan: "Jerk!"
Awakened by the impact, Shi Yuhuan lazily opened his eyes and saw the fuming young woman. He turned over and pressed her on the bed: "Are you frustrated because your needs aren't being met? Are you complaining to me?"
Song Qinghuan was so angry that her body was trembling and her lower lip was almost bleeding. She retorted sarcastically: "Do you think it's possible?"
"We can try again to find out if it's possible or not," Shi Yuhuan's lips curved into a wicked grin, and then he pressed against her even tighter.
