The noise spread through the bedroom.
Black shirt, white camisole, dress pants, undergarments—one by one they fell to the floor, and the surrounding air grew heavy with innuendo.
Even Wen Tang couldn't believe it was real.
Because this night, Pei Heyan was truly gentle.
Not rough, nor did he cause her any pain, he even spent a long time on foreplay to help her adjust.
As she reminisced, a sudden, inexplicable thought popped into her mind, forcing her to pause in her movements.
He and Lu Nianxin couldn't possibly have never been intimate before.
Logically, since they were engaged, Pei Heyan should have gone to Lu Nianxin after drinking, not to her place.
She felt there was a 90% chance of this being the case.
At that thought, Wen Tang became distracted.
The sound of cars passing by came from outside the window, 'beep-beep—'
