Half an hour later, Tang Feng and the proprietress walked out of the restroom, both thoroughly satisfied.
Their cheeks were flushed, especially the proprietress, whose fiery red face and contented gaze were unmistakable.
After years of living a good life, this was the first time she felt so fulfilled.
If it weren't for the fear of being discovered, the proprietress wouldn't have wanted to leave because Tang Feng was truly too fierce.
She became somewhat infatuated, almost wishing she could close the door and drag Tang Feng back for another three hundred rounds.
The two sat down at the tea table, the proprietress trembling as she brewed the tea.
"You alright? Why are your hands trembling, got Parkinson's?" Tang Feng asked with a smile as he watched the proprietress.
