The more Ming Mei twisted, the more friction she created against Kang Chen's body, making his breath progressively heavier.
In the end, Ming Mei didn't dare to move. In her heart, she bid Kang Chen one hundred and eighty times.
These one hundred and eighty greetings were all about... impotency. Impotency...Impotency...
Perhaps Ming Mei's sincere wishes moved God. Just when half of Ming Mei's shoulder was exposed in the middle of the night, Kang Chen suddenly collapsed on her and stopped moving!
Ming Mei was stunned for a while; she took a couple of deep breaths and finally regained her senses.
She looked at the weighty dark silhouette of his head resting on her chest, and couldn't believe her luck hadn't completely given in yet!
