After a moment of passion, Sunny Nguyen leaned weakly against James Brown's chest, the two of them still maintaining their previous intimate posture. James sat on the couch, while Sunny was seated on his lap, her back to him, with a certain part of them still joined together.
James gently kissed Sunny's earlobe and said with a grin, "I remember someone was afraid Gina might get angry, so why so wild just now?"
Sunny, too exhausted to open her eyes, relished the satisfaction and joy from earlier, not caring about James's teasing. She lazily replied, "You came to me willingly, so don't blame me."
James laughed, "You're good at shoving the blame away, huh?"
Sunny, still with her eyes closed, but speaking seriously, said, "Of course, a good friend's husband can't be taken. You forced me, so it has nothing to do with me. I would never steal my good friend's husband."
James chuckled at her self-deception but didn't want to expose her, holding her quietly.
