In the cockpit, on a chair, Su Qing was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Her body was limp, nestled in Qin Xuan's arms as she savored the sweet afterglow of the storm. Smelling the strong, masculine scent on Qin Xuan, an inexplicable heat stirred within her again.

"Sister Qing!"

"You want more?"

Qin Xuan, gently holding the fragrant and supple beauty, noticed that after a moment's rest, Su Qing had started to get restless in his arms.