The sun was high in the sky, and in the secluded private villa, Chu Yan only woke up at noon in the affectionate embrace of Su Dieche.
Last night, the two of them engaged in battle on that bed for three hundred rounds until they were exhausted and fell asleep.
The goal they had always pursued was finally achieved, more passionate and dedicated than ever before. Even now, both, having tasted the sweetness, were a bit unsatisfied.
"Enough, I guess Zhu Ge Yuheng is almost ready on his side, you better go to the meeting." Su Dieche, like a lazy beauty snake, extended her tender, snow-white jade hand, lovingly caressed Chu Yan's face, and laughed.
She was rather understanding, knowing not to let momentary pleasure delay serious matters—besides, the two could afford a short separation!
"Got it, pity there's not enough time, otherwise I'd love to have you again." Chu Yan, staring at Su Dieche's enchanting figure, spoke resentfully like a hungry man unsatisfied.
