Time, like sand between the fingers, always slips away unnoticed.
After an unknown length of time, the echoes in the room gradually returned to peace.
In the bedroom, Lu Tianxing was covered in sweat, his bronze skin exceptionally captivating under the lights.
Xue Bing no longer had her usual fiery demeanor; she lay on Lu Tianxing's chest like a gentle kitten, her pretty face flushed with an unmistakable blush, her whole body drenched in fragrant sweat, eyes slightly squinted, as if savoring something.
"This bastard's fighting ability is indeed strong, no wonder he has so many women around him, even managing to conquer a woman like Huangfu Meigui…."
Recalling the earlier scene, Xue Bing couldn't help but silently say to herself, while also thinking back to the scene of her bet with Rose, humphing in her heart: "See, Huangfu Meigui, this is my charm. A slight flick of my finger and your man is hooked. Just wait, wait to wash my undergarments!"
