This time, Li Qing was really taking it slow.
While doing so, he even regretted that his movements had been a bit too forceful before.
Outside, the sound of the rain was torrential, as if heaven were pouring water down.
Inside, it felt more like a slow-motion movie.
After going at it slowly once, Yang Xuelan wasn't showing any sign of calling it quits.
This time, Li Qing had a solid excuse and declined, claiming he couldn't do it anymore.
Yang Xuelan didn't beg anymore, but she didn't leave either, instead, she continued to lie in Li Qing's quilt.
Li Qing smiled helplessly, this woman was simply a walking contradiction.
Sometimes, she was so indecisive as if she could tie herself in knots.
But like today, she seemed more liberal than anyone.
Even with all of Li Qing's excuses, she tempted him in all kinds of positions.
By late morning, the rain finally let up a bit.
This downpour seemed to have washed away the entire summer's heat.
