"Baby, come, let me touch you like a good girl."
"Ah, Boss Shen, you're so bad."
Another woman's voice sounded, but she was clearly acting coy.
"So comfortable." The man squinted his eyes.
"Is it my service that's better, or Miss Bei's?"
The woman straightened her waist, glancing triumphantly at the phone beside her.
"Of course, it's you."
The man's voice fell.
"Ah, Boss Shen, you're biting me to death."
"Ouch, Boss Shen, it hurts."
"I'll bite you to death, you little slut." Shen Mufeng didn't care what Bei Lulu would think when she heard it, holding a woman and gnawing away.
"Boss Shen, I want it too."
'Boss Shen..."
The sounds of two women and a man, clear and direct, drilled into Bei Lulu's ears, making her shiver and her breath halt.
She stared dead-eyed at her phone, the air filled with a chorus of moans that lasted nearly half an hour before it stopped.
"Oh no, Boss Shen, why is the phone connected?" a woman shouted out pretending not to know.
