The lavish feast before them was untouched as the two started fooling around on the dining table instead.
After a fierce battle lasting almost half an hour,
Li Qing left Qi Mengru's feverish body and considerately used tissues to clean up the aftermath.
When his rationality returned, Li Qing suddenly felt as if he had been impulsive.
Doing such a thing in such a place seemed somewhat inappropriate.
"Could you... help me up? I'm all out of strength," Mengru said, bashfully.
After enduring Li Qing's rough tenderness, her already delicate cheeks were rosy and radiant, glistening with moisture.
Li Qing lifted Mengru down from the dining table, and as he placed her on the chair, he greedily grabbed those two firm mounds again, marveling at the wonderful feel.
"I haven't had a taste of meat for over three years, and suddenly I almost got stuffed to death," Mengru said with a wry smile, adjusting the damp strands of hair by her temples.