"Zexiao, I've finished cleaning up. You can go back and rest." Just as Jian Anning walked in, she heard a soft, melodious moan: "en~~~~~a~~~~"
In the cramped room, the sound of a woman's voice, sorrowful yet appealing, coupled with the man's rapid breathing, swept through the space in an instant!
Both of them froze! Their eyes converged, as if by some unspoken agreement, on the post he had opened!
——There, the original poster had thoughtfully included a video, in which a man and a woman were screaming in pain and madness...
Yu Zexiao had never expected that the usually serious Jian Anning would secretly watch such things in her room! And after he entered, she even tried to hide the evidence by sending the post to the recycle bin!
——Moreover, it was different from the material Mo Siyu had shown him when he was thirteen—it was actually an animated film!
