"You still don't know about my stamina?"
"Heh, indeed, you really can satisfy a woman," Wang Ping said with a laugh. "How about we watch some provocative movies now and then think about tomorrow's play? Don't forget, tomorrow we're inviting Li Lingling over. Don't you want to experience another thrilling threesome?"
"Okay."
Chen An agreed, and they both snuggled into the bed, with Wang Ping pulling out the movies on her phone.
Their intimate actions, as well as the passionate moments they'd shared twice today, were all captured by a small hidden camera behind the curtains, one that Luo Feng had installed without Wang Ping's knowledge.
At that moment, Luo Feng was watching the surveillance footage on his phone in the hotel, particularly pained by the sight of Chen An and Wang Ping's exhilarating escapades on the windowsill, up until the point they both collapsed, exhausted, into each other's arms—a sight Luo Feng saw all too clearly.
