C393 If There Was a Polar Night

I pouted, not believing for a second that Zhung Jun would ever admit to being tired. Every time we were together, he always seemed full of energy. I could never handle it and would end up begging him to stop, but he never would, insisting on one last round. If it weren't for the fact that dawn was approaching and we needed to sleep, he probably wouldn't have stopped at all.

Suddenly