Dang Yang held the panting An Yue in his arms.
Just now, for the first time, he didn't have the face to hold her.
Now, finally he made her happy, finally he had the face to hold her.
An Yue leaned against Dang Yang's chest, not because she didn't want to struggle, but because she had no strength.
She roughly estimated that half an hour didn't seem that long, but... it was very tiring, feeling more exhausting than running for two hours.
No wonder some scientists say that frequently doing intimate things can help with weight loss.
If every time is this tiring, shedding so much sweat, it really might help with weight loss.
Gradually, both Dang Yang and An Yue's breathing calmed down, but An Yue still didn't move from Dang Yang's embrace. She hung her head, not daring to look up at Dang Yang... too embarrassed to look.
She still remembered how embarrassing her sounds were just now.
She never imagined she would be like that under Dang Yang...
It was simply mortifying.
