In the morning, Quan Tianyou woke up feeling refreshed and alert. He glanced at the tiny woman in his embrace, who was sound asleep.
On the floor lay the remnants of the lingerie that had seen better days—at the time of removal, in his haste, he couldn't quite figure out how to get it off and ended up tearing it apart.
Last night had been an undeniable upgrade from any previous encounters. He knew that with Su Liuying's timid nature in such matters, it must not have been easy for her to go to such lengths for him.
"Mmm..."
"No more! Tianyou!"
Su Liuying cried out in pain, after who knows how many times they had gone through the motions yesterday until she felt a vague discomfort in her stomach, and Quan Tianyou, out of concern for her, then stopped.
"Fine, I'll let you off for now!"
