An Yue finally walked out of the hotel holding her waist, gritting her teeth, her expression full of resentment, cursing Dang Yang to high heaven in her heart.
Dang Yang was driving, An Yue sat in the passenger seat. Early in the morning, Dang Yang was feeling great, but looking at An Yue in the passenger seat, her face was gloomy and she was in a bad mood.
Overdoing things like that can really take a toll on the body.
Feeling unwell naturally makes one unhappy.
"What's wrong?" Dang Yang glanced at An Yue and asked.
An Yue didn't speak, didn't want to speak.
Dang Yang was actually self-aware, he knew why An Yue was angry.
But, precisely because he knew, he didn't understand.
Aren't women supposed to like it when men last longer?
Is she saying she'd be happy if it was just two or three seconds?
An Yue is really ungrateful.
