Qian Sisi's face turned a bright red as she averted her gaze, her mind flooded with the erotic scenes from the morning.
She barely managed to erase those images from her mind when the ambiguous moans and groans from the computer somehow still transformed into her and Bai Cheng'an's voices.
A few days ago, at the Qian family home, on that little wooden bed, she didn't dare make a sound, and Bai Cheng'an also restrained his movements every time. But this morning... in their own space, on their own big bed, they were like beasts set free.
Qian Sisi never knew she could make such sounds, and she didn't know she could withstand Bai Cheng'an's passion.
Every time she thought about it, she felt her entire body burning hot; she couldn't be the same person as the passionate one from the morning.
