Jia Lanhua's every move was so captivating.
Separated by a door, Zhang Xiaoshan's heart pounded furiously.
Suddenly, the jade hands of Jia Lanhua, who was washing up, moved and settled between the mountain springs.
With her eyes tightly closed and her body trembling lightly, she was clearly intoxicated.
"Mmm..."
Minutes later, Jia Lanhua let out a few soft moans, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, allowing the lotus-shaped showerhead to pour hot water all over her body.
"She actually..."
Zhang Xiaoshan's face was a picture of astonishment.
But he soon realized, Wu Damming was more than a decade older than Jia Lanhua, their marriage must not be harmonious.
So, what Jia Lanhua said last time at Luo Meili's house wasn't a joke, was it?
"Click."
The hand that Zhang Xiaoshan had placed on the bathroom doorknob unconsciously exerted pressure, causing the lock to emit a crisp sound, and to his surprise, the door was actually locked from the inside.
"Who is it?"
