By the time the gray-black, sophisticated-looking security door opened, Yang Xueqing had appeared in front of Lin Tian.
"You got here so fast? I just hung up the phone with you."
Yang Xueqing said in surprise, her face showing a hint of suspicion.
Lin Tian pointed next door and said, "That's my little aunt's friend's place. I was just next door to you."
"What a coincidence?"
Yang Xueqing was even more astonished.
But now was not the time to talk about that, she grabbed Lin Tian's wrist and pulled him inside.
With a bang, she closed the security door and led Lin Tian through the living room into a spacious bedroom.
Zhou Yurong lay there on the double bed, her cheeks flushed, her skin slightly reddened, and her body covered in sweat.
Most importantly, Zhou Yurong seemed to have lost her reason; her hands kept wandering over her body, and her attractive legs were tightly clamped together, continuously rubbing against each other.
