Wang Shuo had never experienced anything like this.
On the pitch, bolstered by his Intercontinental Level [Breathing], he could sprint for a full 90 minutes.
But right now, just a few short minutes of kissing had his heart pounding and left him gasping for air.
"I'm covered in sweat. Let's take a halftime break. I'm going to take a shower," Wang Shuo said, panting heavily.
Lina Gerk was also panting delicately, but after hearing Wang Shuo's words, she hugged his head again and whispered in his ear, "Finish my first match first. I'll help you wash up later."
Wang Shuo lost all control in that instant!
He was desperate to score a goal!
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The next morning, for the first time ever, Wang Shuo didn't post on Twitter at 5 a.m.
It got to the point where his fans started leaving comments on his previous tweet, concerned about him.
But most of them assumed he was just depressed from the team's crushing defeat against Real Madrid the day before, and had therefore woken up late.
