It felt as if every step was floating, finding no purchase.
Her legs were just that weak.
"Chen Jincheng, are you made of steel?" Sister Hehe's voice was tinged with flirtation. Who could possibly imagine the kind of tempest she had just endured.
But the aftermath of the tempest only made her desire it more.
No wonder he could "go over scripts" for so long without any restraint.
No wonder all those other girls were so shameless, clinging to him constantly.
After being ravaged by a storm like that, who cared about saving face? Pleasure was what mattered most.
"What are you talking about?" Chen Jincheng gave her a baffled look, which left Sister Hehe speechless. "What's with the act? Did you forget everything the moment we stepped out of the room?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Chen Jincheng maintained his clueless expression. 'Since she's so eager to jump into this, she'll get the same treatment as all the others.'
