Su Lao Si: The time... it really has been quite long.
Shen Qingye: I bet Brother Chen can do it seven times, three million.
Xia Lao Wu: Five times, three million. (Brother Chen's almost thirty, his stamina might not match seven times)
Su Moshi: Five times, three million.
Song Liao: Three times, three million.
Yin Mo looked at the messages popping up in the group, feeling embarrassed, but she couldn't help but start counting how many times He Chen did it last night.
Counting in order, twice on the bed, once in the bathroom, once in the bathtub, once standing...
Yin Mo was so engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't notice He Chen had finished his call and was watching her phone screen, his handsome face caught between a smile and a smirk.
Three times?
Song Liao, has this guy never taken a beating?
He Chen licked his lips, eyeing Yin Mo, and seeing her counting on her fingers, the man let out a slight hum and snatched her phone, leisurely typing out a message.
Confirm, send.
