"Huanhuan, where are you?"
Outside, Li Rui's shouting rose again.
In the bathroom, Zhang Huan still clung to me fiercely, her whole body burning intensely, still immersed in the wonderful afterglow.
When she looked up and peeked outside, a trace of shame surged in her eyes, but it quickly faded, revealing a sense of vengeful pleasure.
"Chen Yang, I..."
As she looked down at me again, her face flushed with embarrassment, intensely shy and awkward. She hadn't expected to be so easily overwhelmed before things had even begun.
"We can't... he's waking up, it's too dangerous!"
Hearing the noises outside, she grew anxious. After hesitating, she signaled for me to let her go and we slowly separated.
"Ah! Ah!"
She was extremely sensitive, trembling and moaning continuously. When I withdrew, she caught a glimpse of me—drenched and fervently hot—which made her shudder with embarrassment.
"You hide first!"
