This aura, as a mother herself and someone who had long been deprived of a sexual life, Lu Yumei was all too familiar with it.
Blushing suddenly, she thought of something and, without any doubt, she quietly slipped out of Zhao Han's room, even gently closing the door behind her.
Lu Yumei shook her head outside the door, sighing softly to herself.
"Oh, my poor eldest daughter, you truly are pitiful!"
"You are a normal woman in the prime of your youth, only to meet that shameless husband Zhang Hongyang. What a waste, and what torture for you."
She knew Zhao Han had physical needs, but she mistakenly thought her daughter had comforted herself last night. The evidence was clear—what else could explain being undressed completely?
It looked like she had expended a lot of energy; she was still asleep at this hour!
