In the master bedroom.
Li Ling lay languidly on the bed, and from the room next door, the kind of moaning that made one's face flush came through.
It was Li Ying's voice.
Li Ying moaned loudly and unrestrainedly.
Without thinking, one knew what was happening in the neighboring room.
A twinge of jealousy involuntarily surged in her heart.
But in the end, she merely let out a sigh and did not intervene.
Having tried that young man's prowess and tasted the flavor of being with him, she knew that any woman who had been with that young man would become addicted.
The feeling that gnawed to the bone and melted the soul was truly too wonderful.
She feared she would never forget it for the rest of her life.
If it was so for her, naturally it was the same for Li Ying.
A bitter smile played on her lips.
Who could have thought that they, sisters, would both fall prey to the same man's devilish charms?
Even more, the two sisters had served that young man together.
