The further she went, the clearer and more intense the sounds from the room became.
Shen Jiaqi felt her little heart was about to explode, her face blazing red, wanting nothing more than to find a hole to slip into out of shame.
Yet, her two feet seemed to be bewitched, completely ignoring her command, tiptoeing along the wall to the edge of the door.
"Ah, hubby, I'm, I'm going to die, it feels so good, so good!"
Yang Yun panted charmingly, if it wasn't for the good soundproofing of the villa, the neighbors would have been woken up.
"Pah! Even the leading ladies in foreign films don't scream as hard as you do. To please Chen Xiaobei, Yang Yun, you are truly shameless!"
Shen Jiaqi clicked her tongue, cursed quietly.
She had always felt Yang Yun was untrustworthy, often reminding her sister to be careful when associating with her.
But Shen Jiawen didn't listen, often nagging her sister for being too worldly.
