Xu Wendong and Zhao Ying'er were embracing each other, their faces full of satisfaction.
The mirror in front of them recorded this scene, but as for the mirror's sudden appearance, Xu Wendong was also a bit curious. How could this thing exist in this space?
Not long after, the two of them had already put their clothes back on.
"There's still your palm print on this mirror, look, your breath is still on it, and even your face print," Xu Wendong said with a grin, pointing at the mirror.
Zhao Ying'er glared shyly at Xu Wendong, then waved her hand, actually putting that mirror away.
"Why are you putting it away?" Xu Wendong asked oddly.
"Anyway, this thing recorded what we just did, that's pretty meaningful, okay? Of course I'm going to keep it," Zhao Ying'er said bashfully. In this kind of matter, men just aren't as delicate-minded as women.
Their earlier madness had been witnessed by this mirror.
