He didn't know how much time had passed before Feng Yexuan's chaotic breathing finally stabilized somewhat.
He sat up, his back to Chu Qianli, eyes closed in recuperation.
The battle between emotion and reason just now had been torturous.
It was even more grueling than the battlefield!
Chu Qianli finally regained her freedom and immediately scrambled up, moving toward the inner side of the bed while gathering her torn and tattered clothes.
Glancing down at her body, she felt a mix of anger and frustration.
Her clothes were so torn they were unwearable now.
However, the moment she looked up and accidentally saw the broad lines of his back,
the fury in her heart suddenly subsided by more than half.
Feng Yexuan was shirtless at the moment, with fine sweat on his back.
Apparently, he had exerted a lot of effort just now, merely to suppress his own desires.
He would rather suffer the pain himself than force her, and for that, Chu Qianli was grateful.