An hour later, Lin Tian lay in bed, holding He Qianqian, whose face was flushed as she rested her head in Lin Tian's arms.
Lin Tian reached out his hand and gently stroked He Qianqian's hair, damp with sweat, and said in a low voice with some pride, "I'm impressive, right?"
"You! Humph," He Qianqian glared at Lin Tian fiercely and twisted the flesh around his waist with her hand.
Lin Tian didn't care about He Qianqian's little movement at all and said with a chuckle, "Qianqian, who would've thought you'd still be a virgin!"
"What are you talking about!" He Qianqian, somewhat angry and embarrassed, twisted the flesh around Lin Tian's waist even harder with her hand!
Even after the passion had subsided, the blush on He Qianqian's face had not yet faded, making her appear even more shy and endearing.
Lin Tian chuckled and didn't say anything, just bending down to gently kiss the beads of sweat on He Qianqian's forehead.
