When the first battle had ended, Lew Qingyi still had the surplus energy to converse with Chen Mo.
She negotiated some terms for herself with Chen Mo.
But now, Lew Qingyi lay paralyzed on the couch, panting heavily.
A feeling of extreme exhaustion crept up on her like a tide, completely sweeping her away.
Lew Qingyi also fell into the same state as Sister Hong and the others, a temporary state of debilitation.
Chen Mo observed the perfect body under his conquest, the buttocks already covered with several bright red handprints.
As for the snow-white bosom, it too bore some traces of violent abuse.
After dressing himself, Chen Mo felt a sense of indescribable pride seeing a woman as fierce as Lew Qingyi exhausted and disarmed by his onslaught.
After all, not everyone could achieve this, and for that, Chen Mo felt secretly fortunate.
Fortunately, he had obtained that ancient book as a child, which left him with a special skill that allowed him to survive in his line of work.
