His passion and his dominance seeped into every part of her body.
Ye Lu pondered dreamily in his arms, she had heard that such intimacy could unite two souls as one.
Previously, no matter what he did, she never sensed the presence of his soul.
But this ti, she truly felt infinitely close to his soul, he exuded such a potent presence that she found herself unable to resist his fiery passion.
This must be what they an by soul-destroying, bone-lting pleasure, thought Ye Lu, her face flushing.
No wonder n are so fond of this.
...
The stormy bout ended, and Ye Lu was utterly drained, lying limply.
Third Young Master Jun looked at her with a satisfied grin, propping himself up to gaze at her in her spent state.
Her jet-black hair sprawled across the pillow; her small, delicate face flushed beet red, even every inch of her visible skin was tinged faintly pink. Half-closed starry eyes were hazy and intoxicating; she wore an endearingly bewildered expression.
"Tired?" He asked, teasingly stroking her cheek with a soft smile.
Ye Lu, angry and embarrassed, shot him a glare. But her vexed deanor only made him want to pull her into his arms and shower her with more affection.
"Can’t handle it after just one round? Your strength is too weak. You need to start exercising, improve your physical stamina, or else I won’t be able to enjoy myself in the future." Third Young Master Jun was already thinking of the best way to train her. Should he make her join him for running or perhaps swimming?
He rubbed his chin, seriously considering his options.
Swimming wasn’t bad; it was a full-body exercise. Moreover, she’d have to wear a sexy swimsuit. That would allow him to feast his eyes throughout. This is what they ant by combining work and pleasure.
But running would build up her endurance. She wouldn’t tire so easily. Plus, it would strengthen her waist so she wouldn’t look as if her waist was going to break every ti after their escapades.
Ye Lu, oblivious to his malicious thoughts, was fuming, "One round? Just one round?"
If it was just one round, would she be dog tired? She felt as if her bones were coming apart.
He had the nerve to say it was only once.
"Wasn’t it just once?" Third Young Master Jun leaned in close to her, flashing a wicked grin. "I didn’t take any breaks, of course it counts as one round."
"But you..." Ye Lu, whose face was blushing red, couldn’t find the words to express her thoughts, but she was no fool.
"What about ?"
Third Young Master Jun asked, teasing her.
Ye Lu mumbled in a low voice, "Other people run the 800-ter, or most, the 5000-ter race. You... You’re running a damn marathon!"
So long. One session with him was like multiple sessions with others. It was enough to drive her mad.
She knew she couldn’t trust this wretched man.
Third Young Master Jun laughed heartily with her in his arms, "Marathon, huh? I’ll take it as a complint. The bedroom is like a battlefield. If a man doesn’t have stamina, how can he conquer a woman’s body and heart?"
Ye Lu didn’t want to indulge him. It was always the sa. The more he teased her, the happier he beca, especially when she got upset and embarrassed.
The next day, Ye Lu suggested going back to the company. Truth be told, she was unsure if he’d agree. But she couldn’t abandon her place at the company indefinitely, or Yuan Jiayin could take advantage of her absence.
To her surprise, Third Young Master Jun actually agreed.
He was in quite a good mood this morning. Perhaps her service the previous night was satisfying enough for him to be unusually generous.
Ye Lu, eager to seize this chance, asked Feiyu to fetch her a wheelchair.
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