บท 522: Last Supper (*)

"You were right. This blessing is amazing…" Xuefeng commented as he reached out, his fist beaming with strength. "I can feel so much power in my arms." 

He just finished his session with Ming yet he didn't feel tired at all. On the other hand, she was dead exhausted, laying on him while tightly pressed against his chest. He could still feel her constant muscle twitches from reaching her ecstasy tens of times in a short time. 

Her sensitivity was nowhere close to disappearing but instead, it was only intensifying with each limit breached. 

"I feel so good right now…" Ming muttered happily, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "It's all your fault. I can barely move now." 

Even though she blamed him, her face was full of smiles and her tone sweet as honey. The change in her approach to him was so drastic Xuefeng would need some time to get used to it.