Zhang Qingxue's body was still trembling slightly in the afterglow, her moist inner walls tightly wrapping around Chen Nan, as if unwilling to let him go.
The hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat, sticking to her flushed cheeks, her chest heaving violently, her breath hot and erratic.
Chen Nan did not rush into action.
He propped up his upper body, appreciating the beautiful figure underneath him that was still convulsing slightly—
Zhang Qingxue's skin was tinged with the unique pink of desire, there were bite marks left on her clavicle from his earlier passionate moment, her full breasts rising and falling with her breath, the erect nipples silently inviting him to taste them once again.
"Have you already given up?" Chen Nan deliberately slowed his speech, his thumb brushing across her moist lips: "Who was it just now that said they wanted to make me her defeated opponent?"
Zhang Qingxue's hazy eyes gradually focused.
