Hearing Wang Jie's words, Zhang Meijuan by his side put in even more effort, tirelessly serving Wang Jie, who in turn thoroughly gratified her. Before long, Zhang Meijuan was already panting from exhaustion.
Wang Jie, on the other hand, was bursting with vitality. The next second, he suddenly switched roles and began an intense struggle, like waves of ferocious storms, and after hundreds of rounds of fierce battle, both slowly began to falter.
Zhang Meijuan had become even more haggard, but her face radiated happiness and satisfaction, and she was over the moon.
At that moment, Wang Jie finally quenched all his fiery passion, and he didn't know how much time had passed until the long struggle came to a gradual end.
The two of them lay sprawled out on the bed, too exhausted to even crawl up.
Zhang Meijuan especially felt as if her legs were about to give out, almost aching to breaking point.