From the living room to the sofa.
The two staged a fierce, exhilarating battle.
After it ended.
Yang Xi lay sprawled across Chen Fang's chest.
Breathing heavily, she said, "How are you so strong? They say there's no such thing as bad land, only exhausted oxen, but that doesn't seem right. You're the ox that never tires, and I'm the land you've ruined. It feels like every move of yours could be my last."
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
Chen Fang asked with a smile.
Yang Xi parted her legs, saying, "Not an exaggeration at all. Look, it's all swollen."
Chen Fang reached out and touched.
Gleaming with sticky fluid, he said, "How do I feel like the flow is still quite abundant, continuous, and unstoppable?"
"Stop it, I wasn't like this before. Since being with you once, I don't know why, but I start gushing without control, making me wear a pad at work now."
"That's not my fault, that's just your true nature. I just happened to flip that switch in your body,"
Chen Fang joked.
