On the messy large bed.
Sun Zhe and Lin Miao were wrapped around each other, rolling back and forth, biting each other, neither willing to admit defeat.
Downstairs, Lin Shuqing and Zhu Yan, who were seriously discussing cultivation, simultaneously blushed and looked toward a certain window on the second floor.
Hearing Sun Zhe's laughter and Lin Miao's coquettish cries, along with those indecent words, the two women suddenly felt very embarrassed.
Zhu Yan's face was flushed, she looked at Lin Shuqing whose face was similarly flushed, trying to force a smile.
"Shuqing, how about we go to the backyard? It's too noisy here."
"Hmm, that sounds good."
"..."
Hand in hand, the two women walked together on the marble path.
Lin Shuqing would occasionally sneak a glance at Zhu Yan, her gaze sweeping over the enticing body wrapped in yoga clothes, secretly comparing it to her own figure.
In the midst of the quiet.
