In another room.
Su Qingli reclined at the head of the bed, her glossy silk legs folded together, with a laptop on top, handling some work matters.
Listening to the occasional noises coming from the next room, she felt an insurmountable itch in her heart and couldn't calm down.
"This Nanzhi, it's been over an hour, why isn't it over yet?"
"We agreed, once they're done, it's my turn."
"..."
Thinking of Sun Zhe's terrifying stamina, Su Qingli silently went crazy, unable to bear it anymore, suddenly put down the laptop, flipped off the bed, and walked out of the room.
Moments later.
When she pushed open the door, she immediately saw Su Nanzhi's long hair wildly thrashing about.
The ponytail that was tied up before had already fallen apart, her entire head hanging off the edge of the bed, swinging with Sun Zhe's movements.
"Damn..."
