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A few seconds later, he said, "It's all over."
Sang Qian blinked, her face clueless, "What are you talking about?"
Sang Qian hadn't forgotten his earlier teasing and, pressing against his chest, she tried to push him away, "I need to take a shower."
The man held her hands above her head, his burning breath close to her ear, "Your body is more honest than your mouth."
After the passion, the tide of emotion slowly receded.
Sang Qian lay on the soft bed, not wanting to move an inch, her gaze following Ji Chengzhou as he got out of bed and headed into the bathroom.
Male fairy.
He had drained her of her energy, so while she was languid, he seemed more energized.
Unfair.
After Ji Chengzhou took a shower and came out, Sang Qian had already fallen asleep, her cheeks still flushed with the afterglow of passion, looking exceptionally delicate and lovely.
Her black hair spread carelessly on the white pillow, creating a striking contrast.
