After a tumultuous storm, Ye Tianfan lay on the bed, lit a cigarette, and as the smoke rose, he turned slightly to look at Yan Feishuang, who was lying beside him, covered in fragrant sweat and exhausted, and said, "Do you want to go wash up?"
Yan Feishuang barely turned her body, her beautiful eyes looking at Ye Tianfan. She wanted to take a shower, but she was too weak to even move. Ye Tianfan was too formidable; she couldn't even remember how many times he had worn her out.
At this moment, Yan Feishuang's eyes were a bit dazed. The killer's firm look in her eyes now had a touch of softness, like a woman conquered, and she said, "You're the first man who can walk away alive from my bed."
Ye Tianfan smiled faintly and said, "Should I be honored then?"
