They say women hit their sexual peak at thirty, like a wolf, forty, like a tiger. That certainly wasn't wrong.
Zhuge Qian'er was exactly that kind of woman, driven by the desire to bid farewell to her single life and to gain wealth and status.
Ignoring the ripping pain, she pushed Lin Zhenghui down on the soft leather couch and mounted him like a horse.
Whether it was pleasurable or not could be determined by her current pained expression.
"I'm bleeding!" she said, looking at the bloodstains on her legs.
"It's just a little blood. Come on, show me all your moves, let's see if I can't handle you," Lin Zhenghui gripped her slim waist with both hands and rolled her over like a lively carp.
"Ah, stop moving, let me catch my breath," Zhuge Qian'er pleaded with watery eyes as she looked at the handsome man starting to fight back.
She cursed inwardly, "Are all men built so rugged? So unattractive?"
