The passion was interrupted, and Qi Junya was dissatisfied. She turned her head and lowered her voice.
Chen Dashan reached out for the phone on the bedside table, pressing one hand on Qi Junya's long hair, making her face away from him, and he answered the call while moving.
As the call connected, Han Yifei's voice came from the other end.
A mature and alluring tone with a hint of coolness, "Chen Dashan, you haven't done anything naughty this early in the morning, have you?"
"You've taken ages to answer. I suspect you're sweet-talking some young girl."
"Creak..."
"Creak!"
Chen Dashan didn't respond, but the bed continued to move rhythmically with his actions, producing creaking sounds.
The sound was very regular, and Han Yifei's breath quickened instantly, as she was all too familiar with it.
She continued, "How about it? If the young girl doesn't know much, I can come and give a live demonstration. What do you think?"
Her tone was seductive and teasing.
