The shadowy figure took out a key and unlocked the door. After quietly stepping in, he quickly closed it and locked it behind him.
No lights were on in the room, the curtains were tightly drawn, making it very dark. Yet, you could vaguely make out a woman lying on the bed, curvy and with a great figure.
He quietly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. As a sweet scent typical of a young girl hit his nostrils, he immediately felt a sort of intoxicating sensation washing over him. His throat went dry, his breathing heavy, and he pounced on her without any hesitation—
As soon as it started to brighten up, around six o'clock, Yu Jingrong woke up in Li Chengyun's embrace. It was quite noisy outside, and despite the good soundproofing, the doorbell still woke her up.
Li Chengyun was still fast asleep. Yu Jingrong got up and opened the door, only to find Yu Qingmei and Yu Hongcheng standing there, each holding a bag.
