In her eyes, his features magnified, her lips having already been pecked by his, she straightened up and pushed him away with a shove.
Huangfu Jue lay back down to his original spot, extending the tip of his tongue to lick his lips.
Strangely enough, though the action was quite rogue-like, when performed by him, it seemed extraordinarily elegant and flirtatious.
"Shall we continue?"
He asked mildly, with a double entendre, already breaking a light sweat, yet his breath was still steady.
Trained since childhood by her grandfather, who was a general, the man could be much more intense than her, and what she subjected him to was child's play in comparison.
She lifted her arm to wipe her lips with the back of her hand, spat to the side, and then spoke with irritation.
"Push-ups... 200 times!"