Finished the morning exercise.
Wang Xiaofei collapsed like a puddle of mud.
Lying quietly in Sun Dasheng's arms.
Drawing circles on him.
Said somewhat reluctantly: "This afternoon's flight."
Sun Dasheng puffed on a cigarette post-coitus, lightly murmured 'hm'.
Wang Xiaofei was displeased, wanted to say something.
But found nothing could come out.
Right?
What position does she have to say anything to him?
It's not like he's hers.
Just a fleeting encounter destined to pass.
A beautiful meeting.
Let it be a dream after it's over.
"Call your girlfriends and get ready to leave soon, I'll treat you all to a feast."
Sun Dasheng finally spoke.
He had to do something for this encounter, as the perfect farewell.
"Okay, thank you, darling!"
Wang Xiaofei clung to him and nibbled a bit more.
Before the farewell, seize as much benefit as possible.
Hotel lobby on the first floor.
The ladies were all dressed to kill.
Each decked out in luxurious goods.
Incredibly opulent.
