Chapter 870
Sheena was utterly exhausted, her voice soft and weary, yet her tone carried an air of authority.
Elliot deflated instantly, surrendering himself to her as he lay on top of her.
Even so, he could not help but test the waters, asking in his magnetic voice, “Honey, how about you sleep for three hours, and at exactly noon, we have another round?”
Sheena remained silent, her waist aching terribly, almost on the verge of giving out.
Fully recovered from his illness and having gone eleven months without being intimate with Sheena, Elliot seemed insatiable, like a starving wolf.
Sheena could not help but regret her choice of such an energetic man as her husband.
Was it too late to throw him out of the window?
Lost in her thoughts, Sheena did not respond to Elliot.
Soon, Elliot’s restless hands under the blanket continued to roam her skin.
“Aren’t you tired at all?”
“Not really. I’m tired but happy. It’s double the pleasure!” Elliot touched her face, caressing her delicate checks.
Sheena gritted her teeth. Her mind was clouded with endless fatigue, unable to feel an ounce of happiness.
To exhaust Elliot’s boundless energy, she had an idea..
“Since you’re not tired, then roll out of bed and do at least five hundred and twenty push–ups,
counting as you go.”
Elliot’s movements froze, asking, “Why five hundred and twenty?”
Sheena remained unfazed. “Consider it your way of expressing love for me, like a little gift you’re
giving me.”
Elliot was at a loss for words.
However, since Sheena said it was a little gift for her, Elliot had no choice but to comply, especially
ince push–ups were no challenge for him.
He kissed Sheena’s cheek and swiftly rolled out of bed, neatly putting on his pajama pants.
With his strong and stunning upper body, he positioned his arms on the carpet and began to perform push–ups with perfect form.
Meanwhile, Sheena’s voice lazily drifted from the bed. “Remember to count”
As soon as she spoke, Elliot effortlessly began counting.
One… two… three… and so on.
Caught up in the rhythm of his counting, Sheena drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up again, she was roused by Elliot’s counting once more. However, after managing to catch up on some much–needed sleep, she felt refreshed.
Leaning back against the headboard, she quietly observed Elliot doing push–ups on the carpet.
“Three hundred and fifty–six…”
Elliot’s voice was noticeably less crisp than before, indicating some strain.
His body was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, and the carpet beneath him was stained darker in several places from his sweat.
Sheena stopped him, asking, “Are you tired?”
Elliot took a deep breath and smiled at her. “I’m okay.”
Sheena was baffled, wondering why Elliot liked to put on a tough front.
Suddenly, a mischievous thought popped into her mind.
She stood up and wrapped herself in a robe from the coat rack, leaving her fair skin only partially
visible.
Then, she approached Elliot and sat cross–legged on his back, exerting her full weight on him.
With the intense activity from the previous night and over three hundred push–ups, Elliot was actually quite tired.
Now, with Sheena sitting on him, he noticeably felt the weight increase.
Sheena sat poised as if she was meditating, staring at the back of his head.
“Keep going,” she commanded.
Gritting his teeth, Elliot continued with the push–ups but remained silent.
Noticing his lack of counting, Sheena quirked an eyebrow.
“Not counting anymore?”
Slightly confused, Elliot countered, “How many did I just do?”
Three hundred and fifty–six.
Sheena vaguely remembered hearing him mention that number, but she merely smirked.
“How would I know? Since you’ve forgotten, let’s start over.”
Elliot’s spine stiffened.
This enchantress was relentless.
Frustrated, he lay flat on the carpet, resorting to feigning helplessness.
“Nana, this is too much. You’re torturing me, and I still want to save some energy for later.”
In such a state of exhaustion, he still thought about having another round?
Sheena’s expression darkened instantly.
Clenching her fists together, she gave his buttocks a firm whack.
