She felt absolutely nothing for herself, while he was there, alone, foolishly panicked and at a loss.
Almost half an hour had passed, and Tang Yu still had no trace of sleepiness, while the other side of the bed, Leng Jing, was already sleeping soundly.
No matter how much he tossed and turned, he could only suppress it in his heart, not daring to move around, because he was afraid of disturbing her sleep, and even more afraid that his abnormality would attract her attention and she would detect some clue.
Outside the window, the storm was fierce, the howling wind sounded somewhat terrifying in the quiet night, yet at this moment it acted as a catalyst for his desires.
In the middle of the night, the dark room suddenly lit up, several flashes of lightning struck down, followed by deafening thunder and an even more frenzied storm.
