Wen Sheng heard the voice; it was Sophia, an analyst in her team.
Luckily, a pillar connected the balconies of the two rooms, and as long as she was careful, Sophia would not be able to see what was happening on this side.
Fu Yanlin was up to no good, he leaned in close to her, trying to read her, "Behave, say something —"
His words were cooing, but his hands were not gentle at all.
Wen Sheng was at her wits' end, uncontrollably reciprocating, daring not to make a sound, but could not stop herself from whimpering in her throat.
Wen Sheng felt as if she had been turned into a fool.
Fu Yanlin intentionally quickened the pace.
Clenching her teeth tightly.
Wen Sheng could not bear such a provocative tease, feeling like she was being torn apart by Fu Yanlin.
In this relentless torture, Wen Sheng realized, Fu Yanlin was not a dog, but a wolf, a hungry wolf.
Sophia didn't hear any sound, thought she had misheard, and went back.
