Zhou Wang suddenly felt displeased.
He had originally thought that this was, after all, their first intimate encounter. He wanted to take it step by step, opening her heart gently so she could accept him without reservations and give her a wonderful night.
But since the woman had already reached this stage and was still pretending, Zhou Wang naturally no longer had any compunction.
The bedside table lamp, which was right next to the bed, suddenly started to shake slightly.
As time went by, the thin veil draped over the lamp quivered and fell, fully covering the lamp, making the room's light hazy and swaying more violently.
Within those flickering, indescribable, and inexplicable halos, the changes in the shadows were the only thing clear enough to notice.
You could clearly see shadows transforming into overlapping letters "L," sometimes becoming half of a book quote ""," and occasionally forming a peculiar "V."
...
Nobody knew how much time had passed.
