"Hahaha—It's not that I'm that impressive, it's just that Iron Man really sucks! I barely had to lift a finger, and he ran away—that guy is such a buzzkill!"
Yan Moshan sighed, wishing he could catch up to Iron Man and have a few more rounds with him.
"Hehe, Moshan, you really are amazing. You're not only incredible in that department, making one unable to withstand you, but your cultivation prowess is also so formidable!" Gong Shaojing praised, thinking about how Yan Moshan had exhausted her to the point of death twice in bed, her cheeks blushing once more.
"Hehe, what about it? Don't tell me you want to do it right here too?" Yan Moshan smirked as he hugged Gong Shaojing into his arms, his right hand sliding down through the gap at her waistband.
"Ah... Oh... Stop it... Don't..."
Gong Shaojing squirmed, pressing her legs together, reaching to push away Yan Moshan's right hand.
"What's the matter? Don't you want to go another round?" Yan Moshan asked.