After nearly a minute had passed, Lew Qingyi slowly regained control of her body, still with an expression of ecstasy plastered across her face.
Chen Mo let out a breath, sitting stark naked on the sofa, with Little Chen Mo approaching a state of weariness.
Although its size had decreased considerably from before, the immense shape was still enough to strike fear into the heart.
Lew Qingyi flipped over, collapsing on the couch just like Chen Mo.
As she gazed at Chen Mo, sweat-drenched and every muscle exquisitely sculpted like an ancient Roman piece of art, Lew Qingyi slowly crawled to Chen Mo, lithe as a water snake, pressing her delicate body tightly against his.
Then she wrapped her arms around Chen Mo's waist, resting her head on his chest.
Observing Lew Qingyi's reaction, a slight smile curled the corners of Chen Mo's lips.
He knew he had finally conquered Lew Qingyi.
