Lu Man wrapped her hands around Han Zhuoli's neck and raised her head to kiss him on his lips. She even gently bit down on them with a twinkle in her eyes. "So many ladies like you. Dai Yiran would even go to jail for you. And yet you are mine, for which I am very satisfied."
"Let us satisfy each other." Han Zhuoli laughed slightly and pinned Lu Man down.
The more Han Zhuoli thought about how she dealt with others with such composure and spunk that riled them up, the more excited he became. It was almost as if he was filled with inexhaustible energy.
In the end, Lu Man slumped wearily into Han Zhuoli's embrace. Han Zhuoli lay on his back. Both of them could feel the rise and fall of each other's chest as they breathed.
As Lu Man recalled the incident where she squashed Han Zhuoli by sleeping in his arms until he was numb, she turned over to leave.
Who'd have thought that Han Zhuoli would pin her down and immobilize her?
