This night, Zhuge Qian'er had no idea how she had gotten through it.
All she knew was that from the moment Lin Zhenghui supported her back to her room, he employed an array of positions on her—doggy style, missionary, back-entry style, rowing style, wheelbarrow style...
He executed each technique to perfection on her body, her tear-streaked face drying and then moistening again and again.
Waking up in the morning, she felt a painful swelling down below.
"Hmm?" Zhuge Qian'er looked at the message on her cellphone that showed a deposit of two hundred million yuan.
It was still a transfer from Ning Family Company, making her incredulous as she gazed at the handsome man sleeping beside her.
If it had just been sleeping beside her, that would have been fine.
But Lin Zhenghui had her lying on top of him, and his weapon was still inside her, not yet withdrawn.
The warm feeling inside her left Qian'er with an indescribable taste.
