Chapter 407: Chapter 407

Oh, no, to be precise, it was early morning.

After fighting for three hundred rounds, they were both drenched in sweat on the bed.

But He Qimo’s sweat was different from hers. He was hot from exercise, while she was genuinely exhausted, her waist nearly breaking. Seeing He Qimo still had energy, Shen Jian妮 immediately admitted defeat.

"Mr. He, please stop, I know you have excellent stamina, no need to prove it. Look, neither of us got the better of the other, can we just call it a draw?"

He Qimo was just upset about being accused of weakness; hearing this, he gave her a cold glance, "A draw?"

"Look at the time, you don’t really want any rumors of ’lovers flying like butterflies’ about us, do you? Besides, proving you could hurt yourself and I could end up worse for wear is unnecessary."

Upon hearing this, He Qimo grew angrier, but deep down, she had hit the mark. Besides, he hadn’t planned to spend the whole night arguing with her. Seeing her indirectly submit and genuinely exhausted, he just grunted, pulled up the blanket, turned to sleep, and let it go.

Thinking about He Qimo’s real capabilities, and recalling the pain in her waist that morning...

Shen Jian妮 twisted her body, speaking quickly, "Boss! President! My dear patron! This is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! I was wrong, I promise I’ll never do it again, I’ll go and put everything back in place later, please don’t come!"

He Qimo was too furious to speak, letting out a cold laugh. He didn’t bother with Shen Jian妮, just continued to pull down his pants quickly, saying, "Put it back? Glue them all with 502 glue?"

Shen Jian妮 was stunned, shocked, "You... how did you know..."

Angrier, He Qimo spat out, "Shen Jian妮! Why did I soften my heart last night and let you conserve some energy? I should have exhausted you on the bed! You deserve to be glued to the bed with 502 glue and not get up!"

With that, he immediately thrust back in.

The force and speed of that thrust.

Plus, the size and model!

...Shen Jian妮 couldn’t describe what it felt like to be driven by a Porsche 911, but she wanted to warn her fellow women, it’s definitely not a fun thing.

That engine, that motor, that speed... and that juice-extractor-like intention.

Thinking she’d only been up for a few hours before heading back to the bed again, Shen Jian妮 wanted to die.

Thinking she just finished a run with his mom, only to engage in battle again, Shen Jian妮 wanted even more to die.

Of course, looking at the current situation.

Her hands were tied, her feet too, accompanied by this abstinent position, with only one furious man moving more vigorously before and behind her than any little video, Shen Jian妮 couldn’t go up, couldn’t go down, could only watch He Qimo do as he pleased, feeling more like dying.

Then, a sensation that shouldn’t belong to her at all emerged.

At first, it was a little, she tried hard to hold it back...

But later, she couldn’t hold it back more and more... even the initial "ah!" of pain changed in tone.

Until ten minutes later, her body uncontrollably tingled with numbness, backhand clutching the pillow, beginning to tremble violently, high.

The trembling feeling was something Shen Jian妮 felt for the first time, different from the discomfort and soreness she usually felt; in a daze, Shen Jian妮 thought those little indescribable words didn’t lie to her.

But this just made it awkward.

In an instant, the intimate He Qimo naturally also felt it.

The moment he stopped, they looked into each other’s eyes.

Shen Jian妮’s face flushed red with embarrassment in an instant, but she only awkwardly held on, "What are you looking at? Didn’t you mentally prepare for this reaction? It’s instinct, don’t you agree?"

He Qimo was dumbfounded, truth be told, he was more embarrassed than she was.

The intention didn’t quite match the outcome...

The atmosphere instantly became weird and awkward due to something unexpected...

Pressing his lips tightly in a sullen mood, He Qimo didn’t know how to describe the current situation, got up and left, as if not standing up was even stranger.

Moreover, he hadn’t even vented yet.

So, pausing, He Qimo pursed his lips, turned his head away speechlessly, pretending he hadn’t felt anything.

Forget it, play dumb, and finish it.

When they took another break, He Qimo got up after finishing, turning off all the messy music, and the tranquil bedroom made the two who had lost their temper sink into quiet reflection.

He Qimo leaned on the pillow, with the silk quilt covering his waist, trying to light a cigarette, but kept it unlit in his hands.

He was quitting smoking, but quitting was never immediate, sometimes the urge was too strong...

Shen Jian妮 just wrapped herself with the quilt, cocooning her body, resting with her back turned.

Until the atmosphere had been quiet for a long time, He Qimo cleared his throat and awkwardly spoke first, "Can’t you just not make such a fuss?"

"How was I to know what’s too much? Don’t you know your own mom’s temperament? She started provoking me and you let me move back in, making the cow work but not feeding it, how do you think that makes sense?" Shen Jian妮 replied irritably.

"But you’re making too much..." He Qimo said halfway, recalling the housekeeper’s phone call saying, ’Sir, if you don’t come back, Miss Shen will jump off the building and Madam will commit suicide,’ his own annoyance at that time, eventually lighting the cigarette.

But after a couple of puffs, he thought about it for a while, flicked the ash, and then extinguished it, "Forget it..."

Those few soft words caught Shen Jian妮 by surprise as she watched He Qimo reach for a shirt to wear, "You’re not going to hold it against me?"

He Qimo paused, his body frozen, "How to hold it against you?"

"Not going to make me pay? No punishment, no compensation?" Shen Jian妮’s eyes widened in disbelief, feeling the man before her didn’t seem like He Qimo.

Her loss today was at least in the millions, wasn’t it?

For a moment, her dazed expression amused He Qimo.

He chuckled as he put on his shirt, saying, "How to compensate? Calculate the villa’s property damage? Deduct from your earnings? Or extend your contract time?"

Shen Jian妮 was speechless.

He Qimo just shook his head, "Forget it, if I make you pay, I might lose more."

He got up, pulling up his pants.

Glancing at the mess on the floor, and the poorly pressed shirt hanging on the ironing rack, He Qimo could guess the root of the issue, and as he buckled his belt, he rubbed his temples even more speechlessly. Newest update provıded by NoveIꜰire.net