Feeling Wang Jie's surging vitality and vigorous spirit, Zhang Meiyu's cheeks blushed, and her entire body couldn't help but go limp on the balcony, listless and spent.
She bit her red lip and then placed her other hand on Wang Jie's abdomen, gently pushing away. It wasn't that she did not want to do something with Wang Jie; it was just that this massive object was somewhat hard to swallow, being a bit too large.
After hundreds of rounds of continuous battles, at last the two of them slowly relaxed, standing somewhat limply in their spot on the balcony.
Panting, they looked out of the window at the splendid view outside the villa, their hearts brimming with happiness and excitement.
Zhang Meiyu glanced at the horizon and then at Wang Jie before her, her face ever radiating an indescribable happiness.
"Do you know? I've waited for this day for I don't know how long."