Li Chen and Wang Qianqian's positioning was a bit awkward. In fact, the toilets at Lin's Group were rather small, each capable of fitting just one person, and two made it somewhat cramped.
At that moment, both Li Chen and Wang Qianqian could hear each other's breathing.
Feeling Li Chen's breath, Wang Qianqian's face started to flush. She felt Li Chen's breathing grow somewhat heavier, and his hand seemed to become restless.
"Brother Cheen," Wang Qianqian whispered.
Li Chen chuckled and whispered in her ear, "It's fine, Qianqian, they won't find us."
Just then, the sound of rustling came from next door, a man fumbling with his trousers and belt.
Following the noise, there came a sound of satisfied relief.
Hearing this, Li Chen can't help but cry and laugh at the same time.
The people outside hadn't finished; their conversation continued, and another chimed in while the topic drifted elsewhere.
"How about we hit the club this Saturday night?"
