The night was deep and quiet, on the iron-grey bed, two figures overlapped with each other until a low growl ascended, putting an end to their lovemaking. Leng Yanbo's forehead, under his short hair, was covered with beads of sweat, and he breathed heavily as he kissed the woman beneath him.
Wei Anjing closed her eyes, feeling the lingering numbness from their intimacy coursing through her blood. She wrapped her arms around the man's waist, her voice sensual, "Brother Yanbo, I love you."
Leng Yanbo rolled off her, embracing her in his arms, and kissing her forehead, nose, and mouth, "Anjing, I love you too."
