The storm of passion subsided.
Huangfu Yueyao's clothes were disheveled, scattered to the side.
Zhou Chen's strong and perfect body was covered in sweat, his muscular lines like a golden ratio, exuding an unrivaled masculine beauty.
Several red marks from fingernails were clearly visible on his back.
Soft, fair jade-like hands clung to his shoulders, fingertips trembling slightly.
Huangfu Yueyao panted, her legs still wrapped around Zhou Chen, leaning against a smooth boulder.
She half-closed her eyes, tears hanging at the corners of her eyes...
"Beautiful Master, you are so beautiful!"
Zhou Chen leaned down, gently kissing away the tears at her eyes, his tenderness like water.
He had never been this exhausted before.
Not even with Hongzhu that time.
As for others, Zhou Chen could defeat ten of them without breaking a sweat.
But today, Zhou Chen was drenched in sweat.
One could only say that a master is truly a master!
Truly formidable!
Especially...
