Inside the bedroom, the temperature of the air seemed to have automatically soared to its peak, with no need for further heating.
Along with the rustling sounds of clothing friction, there were also utterly disheveled sounds of breathing.
"I've endured for far too long," the man whispered in her ear, his breath even hotter than usual, brushing against her earlobe.
"Then please have mercy, President Fu... have pity on someone with little experience like me," she said, clasping his sweat-drenched neck, with a sweet smile.
"..." His eyes slightly narrowed, the man decisively answered, "Impossible."
"Alright then..." Under the current circumstances, it indeed seemed a bit much to ask of him, so she simply resigned herself: "President Fu... go ahead then, as you see fit..."
Not long after, she began to regret the words she had spoken.
This man was completely different in and out of bed.