They were both covered in a layer of sweat.
Liu Lanzi held onto him, her body hanging on his, their sweat mingling together.
Her chin rested on Song Guanchao's shoulder, her entire body limp and powerless, breathing deeply.
Below, every now and then, there was a twitch.
The tide of desire ebbed away, and calmness and rationality took back their reign.
Recalling the past half hour's experience, Liu Lanzi didn't feel a trace of regret.
That was the kind of woman she was—once she made a decision, she would not regret it, good or bad, and would always press forward.
Song Guanchao didn't ask her why.
They were both adults and knew what they were doing.
Such childish questions had no merit for discussion.
He grabbed his clothes and draped them over her.
Sweating after strenuous activity shouldn't be followed by exposure to wind, or one could easily get sick.
Looking at his subtle and considerate actions, Liu Lanzi revealed a lazy smile.
