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In this way, Xu Wendong and Ding Yao were entwined, enjoying the collision of their souls. The room felt as warm as spring, and beautiful melodies occasionally wafted through.
It wasn't until an hour later that they ended their passionate rendezvous, both drenched in sweat, but even so, their bodies remained tightly connected.
They seemed unwilling to part for even a moment, wanting to merge into each other's embrace.
Just then, a clattering sound of bottles falling and the distinct clack of high heels came from upstairs. At first, Xu Wendong didn't pay it much mind, but as time went on, the noise grew increasingly louder.
"Ugh, it's starting again!" Ding Yao sighed helplessly.
"Again?" Xu Wendong frowned, "Does this happen every day?"
