Mason looked down at her condescendingly.

He watched her nose twitch and observed as she gradually sunk into ecstasy.

If he did well, she would uncontrollably wrap her arms around his shoulders, gently panting near his neck. Only in moments of surrender, her face would not appear so cold and regain its lively and charming aspect.

It seemed like the old Zoe had returned.

Mason lowered his body and kissed her passionately.

…

Mason took quite a while, making love to her three times before finally finding some relief.

In the end, both of them were covered in sweat.

They quietly embraced each other, calming the emotional tide.

After a long time, Zoe's body moved slightly, sitting up.

Mason wrapped his arms tighter around her her waist, his voice husky in the aftermath of their passion. "What's wrong?"

"I need to take my pills."

Zoe used her fingers to comb through her waist-length hair and explained calmly, "You didn't use protection just now, so I need to take my pills."

Mason