Lin Feng's body was numb, and his tailbone trembled.
"It looks like it." Yun Hu's figure lowered, and the strength he had been controlling seemed to have been ignored at this moment.
The next moment, Yun Hu said something else. However, Lin Feng could no longer hear anything, his mind went blank. He could only use his voice to object.
Yun Hu lowered his voice. "Doesn't it feel good? Me too."
It went on the entire day. The temperature kept soaring. Their breathing and the intimate creaking of the bed could be heard.
European style beds, especially in hotels, weren't that stable.
The next time Lin Feng woke up, it was already 2pm. He heard Yunhu answering the phone, and just sat on the side of the bed, buttoning the white shirt buttons with one hand.
They were both at the bottom but yet, why does he seem so much more energised? The pale complexion and other conditions, was it all his hallucination?
