Bai Lu resisted, but how could a woman pinned under Zhang Xiaomeng possibly escape?
Before long, the sound of intense clapping echoed throughout the room.
The female employees who had been waiting in the corridor blushed at the noise, covering their pounding hearts as they chattered amongst themselves.
Half an hour later, a deep roar from Zhang Xiaomeng finally came to a halt.
Flustered and drenched in sweat, Bai Lu felt as if a weight had been lifted and let out a long sigh of relief.
"You jerk, are you trying to kill me?"
Bai Lu half scolded, half complained.
"Without descending into hell, how can you reach paradise?"
Zhang Xiaomeng laughed as he knelt on the sofa and pointed to his now limp member.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Help me clean up."
"Really, you torment me for so long and still want me to take care of the aftermath."
Complaining, Bai Lu reached out to grab a tissue from the coffee table.
However, Zhang Xiaomeng quickly grabbed her hand.
