The two clung together in a wild tumult of passion.
Huffing...
Xiao Han let out a heavy breath, and the two collapsed onto the bed.
Li Xiaoya's face was flushed; she lay on the bed, powerless, then panted and looked at Xiao Han, saying, "Xiao Han, you're amazing!"
"Really?" Xiao Han opened his eyes, his body covered in sweat.
After such a sustained effort, Xiao Han also felt somewhat fatigued. Men were made of flesh, and there was no man made of iron. Although Xiao Han had a strong body, it didn't mean that he was made of iron.
"Yes!" Li Xiaoya cupped Xiao Han's cheeks with both hands, saying, "You're the best man. You satisfy me."
"Hehe..." Xiao Han chuckled, not sure what to say. Instead, he asked back, "Is it just because I satisfy you that I'm the best in your eyes? What's the difference between me and a gigolo, then?"
Phew...
Li Xiaoya couldn't help but burst into laughter.
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