Mo Yesi flipped over and pulled her in. He then kissed her on her sweaty forehead and asked, "Baby, are you alright? Are you happy with my performance this time?"
It was finally over. Seeing how tired she looked and how motionless she was in his arms, Mo Yesi couldn't help but feel smug.
He surely satisfied her this time.
He could feel it.
Qiao Mianmian slowly got back to her senses. As she recalled the madness that took place just now, she blushed and buried her head in his chest.
Ahhh, it was so shameful.
She was so against it initially, but it got less painful as they got on with it.
She couldn't deny that the person who grabbed Mo Yesi's arm tightly and who took the initiative to cooperate with him was none other than her.
Seeing how embarrassed she seemed, Mo Yesi chuckled and placed a hand on her head. "You're not denying it. I assume I impressed you?"
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
She got even redder.
