In the darkness, Yue Hongling leaned lazily against Zhao Changhe’s broad shoulders, drawing circles comfortably on his chest.0

As a heroine who dared to love and hate, she gave herself to him without any restraint, unlike a bashful young bride. Her past experiences in the jianghu, especially with the Maitreya Cult, had led her to believe that such matters were uncomfortable for women, with them only enduring it only to please the men they loved. But to her surprise, after the initial pain, it was not like that at all. In the end, she only wanted to reward him with a kiss.0

Seeing his diligent efforts, she did not think he had enjoyed himself that much. He truly did look like he was working hard to make it enjoyable for her.0

However, she did end up surrendering and embarrassingly begging for mercy at the end…0

But despite begging for mercy just moments earlier, she lazily leaned against his shoulder immediately after. His apparent exhaustion amused her a fair bit.0

“Are you tired?” she finally asked with some amusement.0

“Well, not tired exactly, but my wounds hurt a bit. I seem to have moved a bit too much… The injury under my ribs hurts when I move my hips…”0

“Tsk, why are you men so...4