Wang Yan nodded and rubbed Zhao Tiezhu's face with her already dripping wet hand.
"Of course I thought about it!"
Stimulated by Wang Yan's tease, Zhao Tiezhu, already seething with passion, couldn't possibly hold back.
He immediately stripped off his clothes and began a vigorous battle with Wang Yan.
Their encounter lasted until evening, shrouded in total abandon, regardless of time.
It wasn't until nightfall that Zhao Tiezhu left Wang Yan's room, fully satisfied.
Wang Yan lay limp on the bed, her eyes lifelessly staring at the ceiling as she lingered on the day's fierce skirmishes with Zhao Tiezhu.
The following days were much the same.
Every morning, Zhao Tiezhu would get up punctually to treat Sun Tianrui, and after Sun Tianrui had fallen asleep, he'd slip into Wang Yan's room for some in-depth communication.
Until this day.