Time ticked by, second by second.
Half an hour, one hour, two hours...
Almost more than two hours later, Tang Luo's wild, relentless pace finally came to a halt.
And Secretary Yang was left completely drained and limp on the bed, not even able to muster the strength to wiggle her little finger.
She had forgotten how many times she had passed out, and how many times she soared high into the clouds...
That feeling was... truly sublime!
"Hehe, satisfied, Sister Yang?"
After some 'zero-distance' intimate contact, the relationship between the two seemed to have grown closer, and Tang Luo's way of addressing Secretary Yang had also changed.
"..."
Secretary Yang didn't make a sound, mainly because she didn't even have the energy to speak.
After resting for about ten minutes or so, Secretary Yang finally started to recover, managing to shift her body slightly.
"Are you... trying to kill me?"
