Han Ziqing proved with his actions that he was more than capable—extremely capable!
Chen Jiashu lay facedown on the bed, on the verge of tears. He would never run his mouth again.
He would never again say that Han Ziqing couldn't do it.
A thirty-year-old man really was like a wolf or tiger.
He had been thoroughly ravaged and had no strength left. He lay there looking utterly drained, not even wanting to lift a finger.
Han Ziqing carried him to the bathroom to help him wash up, then changed all the sheets and bedding.
His stamina was ridiculously good.
Chen Jiashu closed his eyes, his entire body radiating a sense of desolation.
"Want to sleep?" Han Ziqing asked as he looked at him.
Chen Jiashu: "..."
Wasn't that obvious? Didn't Han Ziqing know how much effort he had just put in?
He gave a low sound of agreement, too lazy even to open his eyes.
The mattress beside him sank as Han Ziqing got into bed, but Chen Jiashu remained unmoved with his eyes closed.
That was, until Han Ziqing reached out and pulled him into his arms.
Chen Jiashu's body stiffened. He looked at Han Ziqing in alarm. He couldn't possibly want another round, could he?
He really couldn't take it anymore.
"Ziqing~" Chen Jiashu's tone immediately softened considerably.
A real man knew when to bend and when to stand tall. What was there to fear?
"Pfft." Han Ziqing chuckled softly, his eyes curving as they filled with amusement. "Now you know how to act cute? Weren't you calling me an old bastard every other word before?"
Chen Jiashu: "..."
Of all things, Han Ziqing had to bring that up.
Han Ziqing had just been too ruthless. His begging had been useless, so he had shouted that in