Yan Qingyu had a rough idea of what the two were doing.
"What skills does Qin Qi have to actually win over Feixue!" She thought silently to herself.
Originally, she thought she'd just pretend she hadn't heard anything.
But when she got downstairs and saw that the door to their room wasn't completely closed, a ripple stirred in her heart.
"No, no way. How can I peek at something like this, it's so embarrassing!" Yan Qingyu clenched her fists.
However, as Ling Feixue's delightful sounds reached her ears, Yan Qingyu's inner thoughts began to waver.
She was genuinely curious.
She wanted to see what exactly Qin Qi did to make such a cold woman let out such joyful sounds.
And as soon as this thought settled.
The impulse in her heart could no longer be buried.
"Just, just a glance, just one look and that's it!" Yan Qingyu bit her lip.
She twisted her slender waist, full of that unique mature charm, and step by step approached the door.
