Living room?
As long as you have a gun in hand, anywhere can be a battlefield. Hao Jian couldn't care less.
So, amid half-hearted resistance, the two engaged in a passionate encounter on the living room sofa.
Afterward, both of them were drenched in sweat, Shu Ya's face flushed with a rosy tint.
Hao Jian lay on the sofa as if his body had been drained of all energy.
Shu Ya nudged Hao Jian, teasingly said, "Are you up for it or not?"
Provoked, Hao Jian sat up immediately, "If not, how about we try again?!"
Seeing Hao Jian's mischievous expression, Shu Ya quickly waved her hand in mock defeat.
"Alright, alright, you're up for it!"
If she went through another round of that intensity, she'd be too exhausted even to turn over on the sofa, let alone get out of bed.
Then, Hao Jian and Shu Ya took turns showering.
Afraid that Hao Jian might suddenly get in the mood for another intimate moment, she made sure to lock the bathroom door.
