His upper body suddenly felt cool; Kang Chen had already stripped off his shirt, astonishingly fast.
Ming Mei…
Kang Chen's voice was hoarse: "Let's try a different position today."
Ming Mei's grip on Kang Chen's hair tightened.
Try your sister…
…
The next morning, Kang Chen got up feeling refreshed to go to work at the Presidential Palace.
Ming Mei bit the quilt, supporting her nearly broken waist as she crawled up.
If she didn't have to accompany her son to see off Princess Katherine today, Ming Mei really wanted to lie there motionless; last night was just too exhausting.
She felt she wasn't that old, her physical fitness was decent, but… her stamina… just couldn't keep up.
When Ming Mei got up, it was already past 8 AM.
Xizeer had already finished breakfast and was sitting on the carpet with Yousheng, who was playing with a puzzle while Yousheng lay on his lap, babbling as if they were chatting.
