There was a moment when Wei Chengfeng felt he was about to die on top of her.
Looking at the person beneath him, nearly unconscious, Wei Chengfeng couldn't restrain himself and kissed her once more.
Wei Chengfeng never lacked experience in this regard, but there had never been a woman who drove him as crazy as she did, completely unable to control the desire to have her.
When everything had settled down, Wei Chengfeng got up and went to the bathroom to rinse himself off, then draped in a bathrobe, he moved to the balcony.
It was the dead of winter, and late at night at that, so one can imagine how low the temperature was.
But Chengfeng didn't feel cold, leaning against the railing and smoking, his gaze fixated on the pitch-black night sky, seemingly focused, yet more like it was out of focus.
A while later, having finished a cigarette and after the smell had dissipated, he opened the door and went back inside the room.
