Li Qianfan and Li Lang had just left Chen Cuimei's house when her phone started ringing loudly.
Chen Cuimei, covered with filth all over, struggled to open her eyes, turned her head to look, and picked up the phone.
"Hello, this is Chen Cuimei..." Chen Cuimei said languidly.
Although the battle was over, Chen Cuimei was still immersed in the pleasure that Li Qianfan provided and couldn't extricate herself.
That intense pleasure, that thrilling taste, Chen Cuimei had never experienced anything like this since her birth and she was still obsessively reminiscing about that feeling now.
If her body could take it, she definitely would not have let Li Qianfan leave and would most likely have clung to him for another round.
"Director Chen, have you done what I asked you to do?" Qian Youyu asked on the phone.
"It's done, I've already slept with that Li Qianfan," Chen Cuimei said.
"That's great!"
Qian Youyu said excitedly, his tone extremely agitated.
