After some tugging and pulling, Zhang Xiaomeng ultimately failed to get what he wanted.
However, Bai Lu couldn't withstand Zhang Xiaomeng's pleas and promised that she would pull some strings for him at the right time.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaomeng was filled with anticipation.
After a sudden gust of wind and a downpour, Bai Lu lay on the couch like a puddle of mud, utterly exhausted.
Zhang Xiaomeng wiped the sweat off his body and lit a cigarette for himself.
The smoke curled up, its scent spreading throughout the room.
Bai Lu's cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms, and she lay obediently beside Zhang Xiaomeng, like a tamed mare.
"I suddenly feel a bit unhappy."
Bai Lu said in a somewhat hoarse voice as she looked at Zhang Xiaomeng.
"What, weren't you satisfied just now? Then let's do it again."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaomeng felt his male pride was being challenged.
"No, that's not what I mean."
Bai Lu quickly shrank back, speaking with a face full of resistance.
