Still in a daze, Wendy replied without giving it much thought, "The soundproofing should be OK, I guess."
After all, they were in a high-end area so soundproofing should be of a certain standard.
In the next instant, Wendy noticed that Michael had stepped under the shower head and turned on the tap.
Seeing that Wendy had not quite recovered from her trance, Michael reached out and pulled her into his arms.
It was at that moment that Wendy finally realized what Michael had been planning to do.
Blushing crimson red, she struggled against him, urging, "No, don't. The kids are sleeping in the next room."
"Didn't you just say that the soundproofing is good here?" he murmured huskily.
"I...I...," Wendy had not realized why he had asked that question in the first place.
Face burning up and looking flushed, she cleared her throat softly and said, "I said it was OK. I did not say that it was good."
