This sense of pleasure invigorated Jiang Xinghai.
He reveled in the care of Su Yanyun's exquisite body, an indescribable sensation that drew a murmur from him…
"Ssss…"
Jiang Xinghai drew in one sharp breath after another.
He was only holding back so as not to disturb the old couple in the next room; otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to remain so passive.
'Besides, sometimes being passive is its own kind of pleasure, isn't it?'
Su Yanyun, of course, was also worried about disturbing her parents in the next room and was being extremely careful.
But what the two of them didn't know was this:
In the room next door, Su Maolin and his wife, Wang Feng, were too excited to sleep all night.
No matter how much Jiang Xinghai and Su Yanyun tried to be quiet, the tender sounds of their intimacy were unmistakable.
「The next morning.」
Jiang Xinghai and Su Yanyun were already up.
