March 20th, 7:45 PM — Longwan Mall, Service Wing
John Wang POV
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Mu Qinglan lay limp in my arms, completely spent.
Her body was soft with heat, damp from the steam, and glowing faintly where the water had washed away the blood and sweat. Her towel clung to her loosely, breasts shifting with each breath, legs exposed down to her thighs. She didn't stir. Didn't say a word. Just let out a soft sigh against my chest and sank deeper into sleep.
I left the shower room with long, confident strides while still naked.
Because Roulan dragged me inside, and Qinglan needed a towel... I couldn't help it.
No shame.
Not tonight.
My cock still hung heavy between my thighs, half-erect, marked by Qinglan's body, her mouth, her hands. It lurched to the side with each step, thick, veiny, unapologetic.
The moment I stepped into the room, I felt the shift.
Silence.
