Last night.
Oh, no, to be precise, it was early morning.
After fighting for three hundred rounds, they were both drenched in sweat on the bed.
But He Qimo's sweat was different from hers. He was hot from exercise, while she was genuinely exhausted, her waist nearly breaking. Seeing He Qimo still had energy, Shen Jian妮 immediately admitted defeat.
"Mr. He, please stop, I know you have excellent stamina, no need to prove it. Look, neither of us got the better of the other, can we just call it a draw?"
He Qimo was just upset about being accused of weakness; hearing this, he gave her a cold glance, "A draw?"
"Look at the time, you don't really want any rumors of 'lovers flying like butterflies' about us, do you? Besides, proving you could hurt yourself and I could end up worse for wear is unnecessary."
