"You... why are you like this..." Han Muxue was like a blob of mud, lying on top of Shen Mochen, murmuring, "How can she bear it..."
"Xia Qingrou? She's not much stronger than you," Shen Mochen supported Han Muxue's buttocks with both hands, moving slowly forward. Her body was already drenched in sweat, and the faint sweet fragrance of gardenia was even richer, "So, for your sake, I also need to establish a harem. It's better to have several people share the burden than just one, right?"
"Scram."
Han Muxue opened her mouth intending to bite Shen Mochen's neck, but her body was so weak that it seemed more like a tease than an actual bite.
Although she frequently sneakily watched those little videos and inappropriate novels, she knew that the warriors depicted in the stories were deceiving. But she had never imagined that there really were people who could do as the stories described...
