They were frightened.
After their bout of passion, both Teng Yuan and Qiuying were frightened by Chen Fan, who appeared at the door.
And they were no little shaken...
"Who... who... who are you? How did you get in here?"
Qiuying, still in her maid uniform, sprawled on the floor with her legs spread, looked at Chen Fan with terror etched across her face, her speech jumbled.
"If you're done, get dressed. I'll wait for you in the lobby," Chen Fan ignored Qiuying's exposed state, glancing at Teng Yuan whose manhood had shriveled in fear. "If you're not satisfied, I can give you another opportunity."
"Gulp!"
Teng Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He tried to say something, but before he could, Chen Fan turned around and left.
Watching Chen Fan's retreating figure, Teng Yuan started to shake uncontrollably. Qiuying, collapsed on the floor, instinctively clung tightly to Teng Yuan's leg.
