Su Fan immediately stopped, and Zhou Jie hurriedly started to straighten her clothes.
Passing by not far away was none other than the mansion's maid, Zhao Ting.
Zhang Haitao was old after all, and often found himself with more desire than strength.
Su Fan and Zhou Jie, on the other hand, could still go at it for eight hundred rounds.
But Zhang Haitao couldn't even last half a round anymore.
"Eh? Where are they?"
After leaving Zhang Haitao's bathroom, Zhao Ting went to look for Su Fan.
But Su Fan, who had been sitting on the bench just a while ago, was nowhere to be seen now.
"Doctor Su? Are you still there?"
Zhao Ting looked around while calling out Su Fan's name.
She was feeling terribly uncomfortable, needing to immediately wash her face and rinse her mouth, as well as take a shower.
Although Zhang Haitao was completely incompetent, he had really upset her.
His scent was left on her face, her neck, even her hair, and her mouth, and even between her breasts.
