After cleaning her up, Lin Tian carried Zhao Xuehan back to the bedroom.
Lin Tian was full of vigor, and Zhao Xuehan, having just tasted the pleasures of the flesh, was like a little glutton, her mouth saying 'no, no' but her body very honest, shyly and timidly responding to Lin Tian.
The two of them paused and resumed, never separating from morning until afternoon, spending the entire day without wearing any clothes.
It was not until after five in the afternoon that Lin Tian finally climbed off Zhao Xuehan.
There lay Zhao Xuehan, petite on the bed, her body limp and her pretty face flushed red, her face filled with satisfaction and intoxication, the hint of spring in her brows indescribable.
"Feel good?" Lin Tian asked.
"Good..."
Zhao Xuehan answered bashfully.
"It's getting late, your dad will probably be back soon, so I need to head home. I'll come keep you company again when I have some free time," Lin Tian said with a chuckle.
Zhao Xuehan blushed and nodded.