The intertwined long moans and deep growls indicated just how intense the battle was in the bedroom. It was unclear how much time had passed, but the woman's voice in the bedroom gradually subsided, eventually falling completely silent.
On the big bed in the bedroom, Zhang Lingyu lay in an embarrassing posture; her purple outer dress had been taken off, her undergarments were in disarray, and her hair was damp with sweat, hanging messily by her cheeks.
Her face was flushed, and she was breathing lightly with her eyes closed, but her long eyelashes trembled slightly. The little girl hadn't fallen asleep, but the recent experience made her too shy to open her eyes. The sensations in her body had not yet dissipated.
Moreover, she could feel that Lin Tian was watching her from the bedside, so she dared not open her eyes to look at him.
