The two were lingering on the bed and forced to part when Skinny Ben knocked on the door.
Lucianna wiped her mouth and got up to check herself in the mirror, fixing her dress and hair. Beichen was still lying on the bed. His pants were unzipped, and his flushed face had darkened considerably due to the interruption.
Lucianna glanced over at the man, still in his disheveled state, still annoyingly attractive. She panned down to his erection, which was so stiff it looked like it might explode just breathing at it.
"Poor little thing."
Beichen groaned and got up, albeit rather reluctantly. He zipped his pants and came over to Lucianna, who was retouching her makeup. He hugged her from behind and buried his face in her neck, then looked up in the mirror after a necessary sniff of her scent to revitalize himself.
"What's the point if I'm going to mess it up again later?"
"It doesn't have to be you later."
"...You and your sexy, vulgar mouth. What should I do with you, hmm?"
