When He Teng said he would restrain himself, he really did. After making love again slightly after eleven, he gave a break to his pretty wife who was all soft, wet from sweat, and took her to the bathroom for a shower, returning to the bed afterwards.
"Although it's past eleven, it's still alright. Let's go to sleep. We'll wake up early tomorrow to have breakfast." He Teng, content, held his naked woman close and closed his eyes. Since their marriage, or more precisely since Zhilan became obedient, he always looked forward to their nightly activities.
Zhilan was so tired that she didn't even have the energy to move her little finger. Held by He Teng, she just lay there, too lazy to move. Hearing He Teng's words, she used up the last of her energy to roll her eyes at him.
"Ha~" Instead of getting upset, He Teng, who was being stared at by her, suddenly began to laugh. He then pushed Zhilan's face down and commanded, "Sleep!"
