Imperial Palace Holiday Hotel.
The master bedroom of the presidential suite completely blocked out the trendy dance music from the hall outside, leaving only the heavy panting within, which, at the end, turned into two deep, long sighs...
"Dong Xiang, did you like it?"
"Are you... looking down on me?"
"Actually, it's still my first time. It's just that in high school I rode a bicycle..."
Yang Shan let the words flow, her intended meaning clear by the end of her sentence.
Embracing Yang Shan, Dong Xiang found his desire had plummeted to rock bottom after reaching the philosopher's moment. Hearing such a sentence now...
Heh, heh, heh.
Do you really take me for a sucker, an idiot?
This old excuse about bike riding, and you still have the face to say it?
A swell of disgust emerged, but he still managed to suppress it. After all, the sense of accomplishment inside him was through the roof... Yang Shan saying such things meant she was pleading, afraid of being abandoned by him.
