"Mom, are you alright? You just scared me to death, so I hurriedly called Dad…" Li Qingwei said anxiously.
"I just drank too much, what could possibly be wrong? Your dad is already so busy, why did you have to call him?" Wei Qi replied, not appreciative, even a bit scolding.
"Qingwei was just worried about you; as long as you're fine, that's what matters," Li Fengchun said with a faint smile. "How are you feeling now?"
"I… I'm fine…" Wei Qi's face turned crimson as she spoke, overwhelmed by the lingering ecstasy of that peak sensation, filling her heart with a twinge of guilt towards her husband.
Wei Qi didn't understand what had just happened. Her clothes were intact, and even the scent that might remain after being intimate was absent, so she began to suspect that it had all been a dream. But why would she dream such an embarrassing dream? And if it wasn't a dream, why couldn't she find any physical evidence?
