The night was getting late.
Song Zhizhi lay wearily on her bed.
From time to time, they would engage in marital activities. Every time after, she would just lay there, not even wanting to wiggle her toes.
The man who took the initiative, however, was vigorous and lively.
Song Zhizhi drowsily slept on a certain someone's embrace.
Ji Baijian held Song Zhizhi tightly in his arms.
His eyes slightly moving, he saw the cell phone screen by the bed light up.
He reached out and grabbed his phone.
The screen automatically unlocked, revealing an unread message, "Ji Baijian, I've had some time to think about this. I would regret it for the rest of my life if I can't win you over."
Ji Baijian ignored the message.
