Chen Mo, after all, was a strapping young man, and he harbored various kinds of dissatisfaction towards Zhou Qianying.
Now, provoked by Zhou Qianying's taunting, he hesitated no longer, wielding his "long spear and great halberd" as he began to passionately storm the fortress.
All sorts of suggestive sounds echoed in the room once again.
About an hour later, Zhou Qianying was drenched in fragrant sweat, her body limp and tender, submissively looking up at the man before her, thoroughly handled by him.
She caressed Chen Mo's face and slowly said,
"Service Technician No. 9, can you tell me your name?"
"I don't want to just call you Service Technician No. 9."
Chen Mo felt Zhou Qianying's touch and thought of her squirming under him a short while ago.
He felt most of the resentment he had harbored over the years somewhat alleviated at that moment.
