Mo Hongyan wanted to refuse, to let Xu Qianli, this bad boy, leave her alone.
It wasn't that she cared about having relations with him—after all, she had already let him have his way—so doing it again wouldn't matter.
But the intervals were so short, how could that be okay?
She had just caught her breath, and now she was about to be hit by another round of wild storms. Even as a beautiful mature woman, her body couldn't take it.
