Beneath the quilt, Lu Man's hands were tightly clutching the bedding, her whole body tensed, her face showing an expression that was both pleasurable and painful.
After a moment, following Chen Yan's muffled grunt, Lu Man's body gradually relaxed, her hands loosened, and then she flopped down softly onto the bed.
Chen Yan withdrew and leaned against the headboard, then reached out and pulled the still-enjoying Lu Man into his arms.
Lu Man's chest heaved violently, but her body seemed unable to move.
It was hard to tell how long it had been before Lu Man stretched out her onion-like fingers and gently drew circles on Chen Yan's abs, sweetly saying, "Chen Yan, I really believe you didn't sneak a snack now~~?"
Having just exercised, and relaxing now, Chen Yan couldn't help but ask when he heard her say that, "Why do you say that?"
Lu Man looked up, slyly twinkling her eyes, "Because you're so good, it doesn't seem like you're keeping a mistress hidden away."
