Weilan and Lu Hechen's entanglement lasted until two hours later.
Weilan was exhausted.
She felt as if she had no strength left in her entire body.
Her bones seemed like they were falling apart, she couldn't move at all, her waist felt broken, and her hips seemed to have been spread open by something, completely numb, without any sensation.
This man was simply detestable.
Because of Weilan's prior provocation, he had thoroughly punished her, proving that he was far from being a mere forty-minute man. If he wanted to, he could torment her for a whole two hours at his pleasure.
She truly learned her lesson—never to challenge a man in that regard.
Thankfully, it was finally over.
Weilan lay still, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Without saying a word.
Now Lu Hechen got up, tidied his clothes, and glanced at her. Noticing she wasn't moving or dressing herself, it seemed she was worn out. A flash of mischief sparkled in his eyes as he wickedly asked, "Can't get up, can you?"
