Afterwards, Wen Jiaren, drenched in sweet sweat, nestled in Mu Qian's embrace and didn't want to move. Her face still flushed with passion, her fair skin exuded a seductive glow.
Mu Qian's long fingers played with her black hair lazily and sensually, his voice filled with satisfied pleasure, exceptionally pleasing and enchanting, "Are you very tired?"
"Mm, very tired."
Jiaren was too lazy to even nod her head, knowing what he was thinking. If she said she was okay or not tired, he would be on her again, repeating what they had just done, perhaps once or even twice.
Mu Qian said, "Let me tell you something..."
What he was about to tell her concerned the entire Kude affair.
Hearing this, she laughed and said, "Kude, seeing this, will surely come to settle accounts with you."
His large hand ambiguously caressed her smooth, bare shoulders. "Then let him come."
