Though Zhou Qingyue was washing dishes in the kitchen, she kept an eye on the commotion outside.
She saw the two of them go upstairs.
Her eyes darted around; she washed her hands and, like a sneaky thief, followed them quietly.
The bedroom door closed.
Zhou Qingyue pressed her ear against the door.
The soundproofing in these rooms wasn't as good as it was in the villas back home.
As she leaned in close, she could still vaguely hear some activity inside.
But after just a short while, Zhou Qingyue's face flushed red, and she bit her lips tightly, "Damn it, they're actually playing that, it's too much. Can't they include me..."
Eavesdropping, like gossip, the more you hear, the more hooked you get.
Zhou Qingyue's breathing began to quicken.
She had been spying for over forty minutes.
Zhou Qingyue's legs had gone numb.
Shock filled her pretty eyes, "No way, such a long duration, what kind of stamina is that."
Aside from shock, she was filled with envy and resentment.
