As a first-generation mixed-race woman, Liu Qianqian certainly had advantages others didn't. For one, she had incredible endurance.
The first time in the elevator had been too stimulating, and she had quickly surrendered. This time, back on her home turf, she put up a much braver fight, grappling with him for over an hour before finally admitting defeat.
Exhausted, she lay on the bed, gasping weakly, "President Sun, you're incredible."
"Good that you know it. We'll see if you still dare to drag strange men into your apartment," Sun Dasheng said irritably as he pulled on his pants, ready to leave.
This kind of woman, not fresh off the factory line, doesn't really interest me. A bit of fun is fine, but long-term? Forget it. I'm just not in the mood for that.
