The next day.
When Xu Shi slowly woke up and saw the sea of white all around him, he could not help but sigh.
What a fucking impact.
Even he had not realized they could take things this far—no matter how experienced he was, he believed he still had limits. Being both indulgent and restrained was the key to making things last.
But last night, that boundary had truly been pushed beyond all reason, mainly because Tang Shuang, the chief culprit, had started it all.
If Jiang Chengcheng was a tireless workhorse, then the woman in his arms was a full-fledged wild mare.
What kind of woman could be this crazy?!
She wanted this, that, and more without end. They said there had been four people together, but if they were really counting, the three girls' shares had probably been one to one to eight—Tang Shuang got eight.
He even had to shamefully admit that, later on, she had somehow taken control of the pace?
And this was supposed to be someone inexperienced?
No one would believe it. Not even he did!
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became—or perhaps it was a strange sort of frustration.
As he stewed, Director Tang also opened her eyes and stretched lazily, looking radiant.
She had been about to say good morning to the man beside her, only to turn and meet his peculiar expression.
"What kind of expression is that?"
Tang Shuang had a question mark floating over her head, but she quickly guessed what her man was thinking.
He was not actually unwilling to accept it, was he? She knew about that little streak of male pride in Xu Shi, and she remembered what had happened last night. They had gone wild, not lost their memories.
After