Another hour had gone by!
Tang Feng and his companion had just wrapped up their lovemaking.
By now, Yang Xue lay in the back seat of the car, completely immobilized, feeling utterly spent and unable to close her legs.
She lay there, gasping heavily with her face flushed with a deep blush.
Tang Feng, on the other hand, sat next to her, getting dressed with a calm look on his face, as if he hadn't exerted any effort at all.
"Mr. Tang, aren't you tired at all?"
Yang Xue watched Tang Feng's relaxed demeanor and couldn't believe what she was saying.
"Tired? What for? That was nothing!"
Tang Feng replied with pride, "If it hadn't been for Miss Yang being done for, I could have gone for another hour!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Xue was internally staggered by the revelation; Tang Feng was like an ox—his endurance was so fierce!
If he were her boyfriend, she would be over the moon with pleasure every day!
Soon after, Tang Feng finished dressing.