There was a creaking sound from the fragile wooden bed. In the dim room, two figures were entangled in a desperate struggle.
Cheng Yu's palms were burning hot. He tentatively pinched the pair of soft breasts in front of him, touching the woman's delicate skin. His heart suddenly lost its rhythm, beating against his chest.
Gulp---
He could clearly hear the sound of himself swallowing saliva.
"Ayuan, what's wrong?"
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