Yang Fan had completely conquered Yun Shan with his stamina and actual efforts, making her utterly submissive.
By the time they were done, the woman sprawled on the expensive genuine leather sofa, too exhausted even to lift her hand. Her well-maintained, tender and fair face was covered with a deep blush, looking even more enchantingly seductive.
Yang Fan's hands slowly wandered over her graceful body as he laughed and said, "Looks like you're a bit out of it, huh? You're really not very resilient. We only rested a bit, and it's only been about ten minutes. You're already knocked out again."
Yun Shan licked her somewhat dry lips, shook her head weakly, and said with a bitter smile, "It feels like my life is a bit off-track. Everyone I was with before couldn't cut it, but you're too much for me to handle. I can't take it."
"Actually, with your state, perhaps ten minutes is just right for you," Yang Fan laughed and said.
