"Sure, but only in bed,"
I listened to his half-true, half-joking words.
I knew he thought I was kidding, and my mood was unusually heavy.
That night, after returning home, Cheng Yu was in high spirits.
He hugged me from the living room and did it all the way to the bedroom, and we didn't say a word to each other the whole time.
We were completely immersed in the primal desires of the flesh.
We kept at it until the middle of the night when my waist and back ached, and I completely lost sensation.
My body felt so exhausted, it seemed almost like it wasn't mine.
I don't know how much time passed before I finally fell into an exhausted sleep.
That was the craziest I'd ever been; I woke up the next day in Cheng Yu's arms.
I touched his robust chest, and though it wasn't the first time, I felt my face inexplicably heat up.
I struggled to sit up, feeling a sticky mess between my legs.
Suddenly, I remembered that last night, towards the end, he seemed to have finished inside me.