"My lady, does it hurt?" After a moment of passion, Ye Zi'an lifted his head from Yang Chuxia's ear and gently asked.
"It's fine." It did hurt a bit, but it wasn't anything unbearable, nor was it as painful as she had heard people say.
"Do you feel comfortable?" Ye Zi'an asked again after hearing her reply.
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia couldn't help but giggle. She had found out that Brother An was the epitome of the perfect modern man. In their society, men usually only cared about their own pleasure during these moments, not whether women enjoyed it or not.
"Well, are you comfortable?" Not getting an answer, Ye Zi'an asked again.
"Comfortable."
Hearing her answer, Ye Zi'an's expression instantly became both cheerful and delighted. Yang Chuxia sighed softly, thinking that men really did crave validation.
A moment later, Ye Zi'an propped himself up on his hands and whispered in her ear, "My lady, are you tired?"