After a passionate moment, Lingling quietly lay in Huang's embrace, her body still hot and flushed, the room was very quiet, with only the sound of their slightly chaotic breathing intertwining.
Huang's large hand rested on her waist, gently kneading, the air still thick with the atmosphere of intimacy.
"Do you want to take a bath?"
He turned his face to look at her.
"Hmm, I don't want to move, I'm so tired!" Lingling hugged the blanket lazily and laughed.
"Clearly, I'm the one who did all the work, why are you tired?"
Huang looked at her with disdain.
Lingling blushed and gave him a look, "I exerted myself too, alright?"
Huang grinned and turned around to hug her into his arms, "Yes, you did exert yourself... exerted yourself moaning..."
"You're awful, bad guy, I'm not talking to you anymore!"
