Only an exhausted ox exists, not a field overworked, this is an undeniable truth.
Exhaustion doesn't merely refer to physical strength, but also to the torment of one's body, truly unbearable without a hint of talent.
As her climax subsided, Lew Qingyi murmured, "I have no strength left."
"How about, we take a break?"
"You haven't come inside yet, I want you to give it to me."
As a guest requests, Chen Mo couldn't claim to be tired, although he wasn't tired at all, truthfully.
To fulfill her wish was simple, but he couldn't just haphazardly finish, Chen Mo supported Lew Qingyi's waist, slowly laid her down, lifted her legs, and without removing her plaid dress, began his final sprint clad in it.
"Wow, it's so intense! It's all numb inside!"
Lew Qingyi couldn't help but start moaning again, her legs held by Chen Mo while her feet stayed tensed straight, her feet and calves forming a single line, swaying back and forth mid-air.
