With a stretch of his arm, Tiezhu pulled Jingyu into his embrace, and swiftly stripped her clean of all her clothes.
Time flew, and morning turned into night.
Only then did Jingyu stagger out of Zhao Tiezhu's room, her clothes in disarray.
Although she was unsteady on her feet, her face bore a satisfied smile.
After eating a meal together with Zhao Tiezhu, they each went to rest.
Time flew, and night fell.
At this point, Zhao Tiezhu was lying in the guest room, drifting off to sleep when suddenly he felt someone lift his quilt and then a woman crawled into his bed.
Without needing to think, Zhao Tiezhu knew exactly who had sneaked under his covers.
Who else could it be if not Jingyu?
Thinking this, Zhao Tiezhu couldn't help but speak, "You're back, Jingyu? Wasn't the daytime enough for you? I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it if you come again at night!"
No sooner had Zhao Tiezhu finished speaking, Jingyu's voice followed.
"It's fine, it's fine!"