Three hours!
Chen Meng had completely lost consciousness.
At this moment, she lay limp on a messy bed, her gaze dull and vacant, her pretty face flushed red.
Her body bore all the marks of Chen Ziyang's kneading.
For her, Chen Ziyang showed no gentleness or mercy.
Her plump buttocks were a bright red, covered in handprints.
Chen Ziyang had truly played her thoroughly!
He had used on Chen Meng all the tactics he'd previously held back from using on other women around him.
And Chen Meng had experienced extreme bliss.
The last bit of her rational mind told herself that from now on, no other man could bring her happiness except for Chen Ziyang.
Chen Ziyang had already put on his pants.
Chen Meng regained some consciousness and weakly turned her head to look at him.
"You, you're leaving?"
"What else? Can you even handle more?"
Chen Meng was silent.
Indeed, she couldn't handle more.
She felt that she was already swollen.
"Then, will you play with me again?"
