Outside the airport.
When Tang Feng and Han Meng emerged from the airport, a car was already awaiting them.
Settling into the black Mercedes-Benz business van, Han Meng lazily slumped into the seat in the middle to the left and felt like she was falling apart, not wanting to move a muscle.
Then she thought of the recent madness in first class and Han Meng's face burned hot.
Watching Tang Feng, who was seated on the other side, with his sharp, chiseled profile, her gaze softened a few degrees, "Sweetheart, I've realized you're different from when we first met; you've become so dominant, and even more masculine."
The dominance Han Meng mentioned was Tang Feng, who had undressed himself after she woke up, pulled aside the partition without a word, and started making love to her.
There, in the first-class seat, she couldn't even remember how many times she climaxed.
At one moment, she nearly passed out.
It was the first time she felt this man's overwhelming presence.