The mist-filled bathtub was hit by waves of water that splashed and flew onto the floor.
Lin Wei felt incredibly tired already. She figured Jiang Su would be the same. After all, despite what happens in novels, real men can't keep going multiple times in one night and still remain as vigorous as ever.
As it turned out, she'd been woefully naive.
Jiang Su, for some reason, was even more energetic this time than before.
That would've been bearable if it wasn't exacerbated by his endurance. He went on for so long that she cast aside all pretensions, appealing to him in every possible way – from calling him boyfriend to Big Brother, even to sweetheart. The only name she didn't invoke was Dad.
Despite her humility, he responded by redoubling his efforts.
Lin Wei solemnly held a three-second moment of silence for her future before realizing she might not even have one anymore.
She was probably going to die here tonight.
This bathtub would be her tomb.
