Waves of pleasure surged through Li Lingling's body, making her squirm nonstop on the dorm's stool, her long, silk-stockinged legs opening and closing in response to her body's reactions.
Hidden behind her, Wang Ping had a clear view of Li Lingling's shameful display, feeling an unstoppable itch in her heart. Why should Li Lingling have the freedom of not having a husband and the chance to have a fiery fling with young Chen An?
Wang Ping had only exchanged some dirty talk with Chen An over the phone to quench her cravings. Even when Chen An once came to repair the air conditioner in her bedroom, she could only enjoy a man's touch for such a brief moment.
Thinking of it all, Wang Ping grew jealous of Li Lingling, but years of friendship prevented her from truly wishing harm upon her. She just hoped that while Li Lingling enjoyed these thrilling sensations, she too could get a taste of a man.
