"Oh my God, she wouldn't be—..."
Hearing Murong Fei's intermittent moaning, the first sleazy thought that popped into his mind was envisioning some wonderful images of her.
She's actually doing that?
Qin Tian was a bit surprised but because the voice was not very clear, he did not dare confirm.
Standing outside the door, he listened for another dozen seconds. This time, Qin Tian heard clearly. Murong Fei wasn't engaged in that kind of thing; she was likely ill, in great pain!
"Oh my God, her cries of pain actually sound like this, it's no wonder people get the wrong idea."
Qin Tian was speechless but still knocked on the door, "Boss Fei, what's wrong? Are you ill?"
"Mmm..."
Murong Fei did not answer, continuing to moan intermittently, seemingly in distress.
