After a long while, the room finally regained its tranquility.
Lin Qianru lay on Lu Tianxing's chest like a lazy little kitten, her lovely face flushed, with a hint of the ruddiness that comes after satisfaction. She felt as if her body had fallen apart, lacking even the strength to move a finger.
Recalling everything that had just happened, Lin Qianru still felt it was like a dream. She had never imagined she would be so unrestrained, engaging in an evenly matched battle with a man on the sofa in the living room.
For her, educated by her mother with traditional thoughts, this was an unimaginable change. In the past, it would have been enough to make her die of shame by jumping into a river.
