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As Meng Xue nodded lightly, Zhou Hao's hand had already made its way under her clothes, and the husband and wife both fell onto the bed...
Eight o'clock in the evening.
The torment of Hao Yifan by Zhou Qing and Liu Yufei had finally come to an end.
Sitting at the head of the bed, Zhou Qing lit a cigarette, looking thoroughly relaxed and supremely content.
There's nothing in life as satisfying as a cigarette after the event; only those who have experienced it know what kind of pleasure it brings.
Liu Yufei glanced at the damp bedsheet and whispered, "Should we ask the housekeeper to clean up a bit?"
"That's a good idea."
Zhou Qing replied with a smile.
"Then you talk to them, otherwise, it's really too embarrassing..."
With flushed cheeks, Liu Yufei felt the grown-up embarrassment, which everyone understood for what it was.
