The more hospitable Qiao Fei was to Gao Hong, the deeper Gao Hong's guilt became.
She treated her so well, yet there she was, in her bed, crying out in delicate moans with her man...
"Fei, you don't need to be so polite."
Gao Hong forced a smile and said, "Let me help you!"
"No need, you're a guest, how can I let you do that? I'll be quick."
Qiao Fei had already twisted her graceful body into the kitchen.
And there stood Gao Hong in the living room, facing Chen Ziyang, still feeling a bit awkward, so she also entered the kitchen: "It's just a small task, no trouble at all!"
Soon, the two sisters chatted and worked together, and a sumptuous breakfast was quickly prepared.
Chen Ziyang, satisfied and full, politely greeted the two before leaving the house for the construction site.
Gao Hong, thoughtfully, helped Qiao Fei clean up the dishes. The two were washing dishes and chatting about everyday things in the kitchen.
