She fell asleep just as he was about to lose control and recklessly charge into battle.
Fu Yanye felt both angry and amused, wondering to himself, was that call of "Fu Yanye" just now a sleep talk?
Temporarily letting her go, he felt his body ache unbearably and had no choice but to head to the bathroom for a shower.
No more than ten minutes later, upon his return to the bedroom, he saw her sitting up in bed.
With her eyes closed, her hands fumbled inside her clothing.
Before long, she pulled a little black object out from the neckline, a look of fulfilled desire on her face before she lay back down and fell into a deep sleep.
Fu Yanye...
If it weren't for her swollen, teary eyes, he would doubt that the girl who smeared snot all over him was indeed the same quiet girl before him now.
He inadvertently glanced at the little garment she had discarded, then at her chest, ah!
Sure enough, one must not overestimate!
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