Su Qinglan collapsed against Han Jue's shoulder, her body feeling less like a human and more like a puddle of jelly. She was pretty sure her bones had actually melted somewhere between the fifth and sixth rounds.
She lay there, heaving with labored breaths, while Hu Yan's large hand slowly and rhythmically stroked her spine to calm her down.
I am a noodle, she thought, her brain barely functioning. A very tired, very satisfied, very overwhelmed noodle. If a predator came in right now, I'd just have to accept my fate. I can't even lift a finger.
The room was filled with the heavy scent of hormones and the lingering heat of the "energy transfer." Han Jue was still holding her tight, his own breath ragged as he reached his final climax alongside her.
As the heat exploded inside her one last time, Su Qinglan felt her vision blur. She opened her mouth to scream Han Jue's name, ready to finally drift off into a much-needed coma.
But then, her eyes caught something.
