Suddenly hearing this voice, the two people on the bed were struck dumb.
Zhang Xiaomeng's first reaction was that it was Bai Xuelian's husband, Zhao Youzhi, who had come back.
"Wifey, where did you go? Haven't you gotten out of bed yet?"
As expected, Zhao Youzhi's puzzled voice came from outside.
On hearing the voice, Bai Xuelian was so frightened that her body stiffened, her muscles tensed, almost squeezing Zhang Xiaomeng to heaven.
Zhang Xiaomeng suddenly shivered and hurriedly put on his clothes.
But Bai Xuelian, lying on the bed completely exhausted, couldn't react at all.
By the time Zhao Youzhi pushed open the bedroom door, she only managed to grab the quilt and cover her body.
"What's going on? Zhang Xiaomeng, what are you doing here? Wifey, what are you lying in bed for?"
Seeing the situation inside the room, Zhao Youzhi was dumbfounded.
A young lad was in his and his wife's bedroom, and his wife was lying on the bed, her face flushed red.
