In the private room next door, Yu Susu was lying on the sofa. Her coiled hair had come loose, a flush spread over her delicate pale face, and a fine sheen of sweat covered her forehead.
Her fishtail skirt lay crooked over the tops of her thighs, her limp legs hanging over the edge of the sofa and drooping to the floor. Her breathing was still a bit heavy, her body rising and falling.
In the bag on the coffee table, her phone had been vibrating nonstop for more than ten minutes.
She had no time to bother with it; at that moment she'd been right at the most critical point.
Song Guanchao straightened his clothes, glanced at the languidly seductive Yu Susu, and said, "I'll go over first. Take a breather and come later."
"Mm." Yu Susu answered weakly.
Song Guanchao walked to the door and listened for a moment through it, then only when he was sure no one was outside did he push it open a crack.
