She wanted to leave, but her feet seemed nailed to the ground, unable to move.
Her ears perked up unconsciously.
The sounds inside the room gradually became intense, Xu Qing's panting intermingled with intermittent pleas for mercy, intertwined with Tang Song's voice.
Breathing became gradually rapid.
Shen Yuyan bit her lower lip, a complex and shameful emotion surging in her heart.
She quickly walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on her cheeks.
Looking at herself in the mirror.
The greed for Tang Song, the ridicule and disdain from others, the swelling desire, her best friend Xu Qing...
Everything seemed like an invisible thread, winding around her heart.
A whisper seemed to echo in her ear:
"Don't you want to sleep with him? Don't you like him?"
"Girlfriend, Shen Yuyan, you could also be his girlfriend; he desires you. With your capabilities and temperament, you could do much better than Qingqing."
"Calm down, calm down..."
