At the teahouse, Xu Jingyi's moans were intermittent.
The shameful acts made her feel more and more thrilled, especially since her husband was just downstairs. This risky sensation was sure to double her joy.
"Shush!"
Seeing that Zhao Qian Yue's phone was ringing again, Lin Fan signaled Xu Jingyi to cover her mouth while he continued to thrust into her plump Bao Yu and pressed the answer button.
"Why didn't you answer my call?"
The call connected, and Zhao Qian Yue's voice carried a hint of anger.
"Lady, everyone has their urgent needs, and here I am answering, what's up?"
Lin Fan cradled the phone between his shoulder and neck, his hands gripping Xu Jingyi's flesh. Under such stimulation, she could only frustratingly cover her mouth, stifling her moans in her throat.
