C364 266 the Dragon King's Cigarette

After a while, the storm outside the lounge finally subsided.

Chen Mengyao was so exhausted that even lifting a finger felt like a Herculean task.

She feared that if things continued this way, she would eventually die of exhaustion in bed. After resting for some time and regaining a bit of energy, she began, "You jerk, from now on, you're not to touch me without my permission