At last, after some mutual, bashful fumbling, their intimacy came to an end.
Yuan Si lay in bed, steadying her breath, then scrambled up again. This time, however, she'd learned her lesson. The moment she threw back the covers, she hurriedly pulled on her clothes, determined not to give the man beside her—'that beast'—another chance.
Xiao Furen was already quite satisfied. He watched, eyes narrowed in contentment, as his wife got out of bed again. "Where are you going, honey? Aren't you tired?"
"You think I'm like you? Out of shape and all flabby... No, I mean, I'm tired, but I have something amazing to show you, and I just can't wait!" Yuan Si had instinctively thrown a couple of jabs at him when she sensed something was off. Sure enough, she turned to see him squinting dangerously. For the sake of getting the things out of her dimensional space, she quickly changed the subject.
