"Did you hear the sounds from that room?"
"With such a commotion, even a deaf person would have heard it. Attending a banquet yet hiding in a room to do that kind of thing, I wonder which shameless couple they are."
"They might be husband and wife, you know. Seeking thrills in a strange place isn't impossible."
"It's even more thrilling under the scrutiny of a crowd."
Outside, two women gossiped back and forth about it, and their topic of conversation was none other than Lu Sirong and Jiang Che.
And it seemed they weren't planning to leave anytime soon.
In the cramped stall, Lu Fengxuan sat on the toilet, her legs rigid, daring not to move.
Yu Chiyin stood right in front of her, the firm muscles of his legs in black trousers pressing against her knees. Any slight movement would create friction.
Above her, the man's burning gaze was like a blazing fire.
Since she had pulled him in, he had been staring at her, making her scalp tingle.
