Zhang Xiaomeng was several times more fierce this night than usual, clearly intending for Murong Fenghua to hear the commotion from his side.
In the beginning, Murong Yu clenched her lips tightly, shyly trying to control her own voice.
However, as Zhang Xiaomeng's movements grew more and more intense, relentlessly pounding away, Murong Yu could no longer bear it.
So, under the onslaught of waves stronger than the last, waves of exquisite moans emanated from the depths of Murong Yu's throat.
The creaking bed, in sync with Murong Yu's moans, composed a lewd melody.
Indeed, the villa had excellent soundproofing, yet the noise Zhang Xiaomeng was making was just too loud.
Add to that the dead silence of the deep night, the activities of the two people did not miss a beat in reaching Murong Fenghua's ears.
The sound of slaps seemed to echo right beside her, while Murong Fenghua's complexion turned beet red, her eyes swirling with a dazed expression.
