After a bout of passion, He Fangqing was entirely limp and leaning against Li Yifei's chest. They were still in the same position they enjoyed moments ago: Li Yifei sitting on the couch with He Fangqing turned with her back facing him, sitting on his lap, their intimate parts still connected.
Li Yifei planted a gentle kiss on He Fangqing's earlobe and said with a smile, "I say, Fangqing, didn't someone mention earlier they were afraid Yingying would be angry? How could you still be so wild?"
He Fangqing didn't even want to open her eyes; the pleasure from earlier had drained all her strength, and the satisfaction and joy made her indifferent to Li Yifei's teasing. She said lazily, "You were the one who offered yourself, so I'm not to blame."
Li Yifei chuckled and said, "Well, you're certainly quick to wash your hands of it."
