This time, it was Shen Fanyun's turn to stagger out, leaning against the wall.
Lin Meiqing, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened. She threw on some clothes while still barefoot, then headed to the bathroom to wash up. When she came out with a towel wrapped around her head, her face was rosy and radiant. Looking like a girl of eighteen or nineteen, she emanated a lively spirit.
"You really wore me out," Shen Fanyun complained, lying on his side on the sofa and patting his stomach.
Lin Meiqing glared at him. "Well, I was waiting for you for days," she chided. "We only did it twice, and you're already complaining?"
Realizing he had misspoken, Shen Fanyun quickly corrected himself. "Not at all, not at all. If Auntie needs me, I'm always at your service." He grimaced, adding with mock-seriousness, "I'll fight to the bitter end and never retreat."
