The two of them tumbled and turned again, only stopping at five o'clock in the afternoon.
After being put through the wringer by two women, the poor bedsheet was soaked through, water could even be wrung out of it.
The Chen Yun on the bed was truly too wild, after a whole afternoon, following deep exchanges with two women in succession, Zhang Yang was unusually spent.
But his heart was exceptionally satisfied, especially seeing Chen Yun's staggering steps, his pride was beyond words.
Even if it weren't for the late hour, and Chen Yun's swelling, Zhang Yang would have wanted another round.
Noticing Zhang Yang's burning gaze, Chen Yun felt a little flustered inside.
"Zhang Yang, stop staring, you're too much, but Aunt Yun is really a bit sore."
Zhang Yang laughed, "Don't worry Aunt Yun, but with that look, Uncle Zhang won't notice anything, will he?"
"It's fine, I'll just say I'm tired from work," Chen Yun was not flustered at all.
