"Before birth, we should really cut back, otherwise, I always feel like a tool."
Lu Liang lay on the bed with a lifeless look, after half an hour of an intense session, his hairstyle remained intact, he just lay there watching the whole time.
In contrast, Wang Chuting's eyes were blurred, her face flushed, and sweat-soaked strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, giving a somewhat disheveled beauty.
She glanced at Lu Liang, held her belly, and didn't dare to laugh too hard: "Did you think you weren't like that before?"
Seeing Lu Liang's displeased expression, Wang Chuting chuckled, quickly clinging to his arm, acting cute: "I know you're concerned about me, afraid I might get hurt."
Before knowing Lu Liang, what she understood was that mistresses generally didn't have good treatment, only looking glamorous on the outside, but actually just being tools for satisfying desires.
This view changed after she met Lu Liang, perhaps only Lu Liang could be the exception.
