"We agreed that you wouldn't make any noise," she whispered.
But under Lin Zhenghui's strong and powerful assault, Xuewei couldn't keep her little mouth quiet anymore.
Similarly, when Lin Zhenghui heard footsteps coming from the stairwell, he quickly withdrew his "weapon" and quietly and hurriedly left the room.
"Xuewei?" Guan Xiaohui asked, holding a large bra in her hand, seeing Xuewei leaning on the door, gasping for air.
"Oh, what's up? Are you heading back too?" Xuewei asked, pretending to close the door.
Internally, she cursed, "Why didn't you come down earlier or later? Now I'm caught in the middle, really mood-killing."
"Yeah, they're all drunk, not like the two of us who can hold our liquor." Guan Xiaohui, holding a fancy bra, seemed barely able to stand steady.
"Alright, I'll take you back," Xuewei said.
"No need for you to take me, I can walk."
"Walking like this? If you fall down and the village men find you, you'd be thrilled," Xuewei mocked.
