After an intense battle, both were left panting with fatigue.
He Qianhui's hand seemed to wander uncontrollably around the middle of Zhang Hao's body.
More importantly, she liked to linger for a moment around the gear stick area.
"It's gone soft!"
"A touch and it will get hard again."
"You have to work tomorrow, being late wouldn't be good."
He Qianhui giggled, "You're really considering my welfare, but I think you're not quite like before."
Zhang Hao felt he performed well that evening.
"I've regressed?"
"Yep, before you were like a little wolf cub, now you get tired after just one or two times. Maybe you need some tonic?"
Zhang Hao sat up abruptly, his gaze serious as he looked at her.
"Are you speaking the truth? How could I have regressed from before?"
"By the way you're talking, you're just trying to provoke me," Zhang Hao said, looking clever.
He Qianhui lay on the side and watched him, "Then prove it by going another round."
