Shen Manwen gasped for air, desperately thirsty for another round, longing to relive that ultimate bliss!
But her body wouldn't allow it.
After more than half an hour of high-intensity combat, her legs were starting to ache!
Her throat was getting hoarse!
Her hands were especially tired, and she had almost torn the sheets!
Cheng Yuan's arms and back were marked with dozens of red streaks.
Luckily, Shen Manwen had no long nails or manicure, otherwise Cheng Yuan would definitely have been cut and bleeding.
Shen Manwen breathed heavily, struggling to lift her hand and place it on Cheng Yuan's chest.
"Let's wash first, we're covered in sweaty stench, and the sheets are dirty too…"
If Cheng Yuan really insisted, a hundred Shen Manwens wouldn't be able to resist.
But Shen Manwen was Cheng Yuan's favorite woman, his superior, so Cheng Yuan couldn't bear to force her.
The battle they had just fought indeed had been intense, and both were drenched in sweat.