"You... why are you like this..." Han Muxue lay on Shen Mochen like a lump of mud, murmuring, "How can she stand it..."
"Xia Qingrou, is it? She's not much stronger than you are." Shen Mochen was carrying Han Muxue with both hands, slowly moving forward, her body already drenched in sweat, and the faint sweet scent of gardenia on her body even more intense, "So, for your sake, I should consider keeping a harem, it's better to have several people share the burden than just one, right?"
"Get lost."
Han Muxue tried to bite Shen Mochen's neck, but she was so weak that it seemed more like a teasing lick than a bite.
Although she often secretly watched those unsavory videos and novels, she knew that the warriors described in those stories were deceiving. Yet, she never imagined that there could be someone who actually... just like in the stories...
