In a civilian house in the East Suburb, a large brick house that looked like any commoner's home from the outside, yet it hid wonders within.
In the room, Li Qianrui lay in bed asleep, and in her groggy state, she felt a dip in the mattress before a large palm cradled her small face warmly, the man's cold lips imposed a chilling softness over hers as she instinctively retreated inward.
That large palm glided from her cheek into her raven hair, dominantly clutched at the back of her head not letting her shy away, then the man's mouth invaded hers, scorchingly hot.
It was deep into the night, with two maids waiting outside. The maids exchanged glances, listening to the noises inside, then blushed and stepped further away.
This place couldn't compare to a villa. Although the interior decor and furnishings were the finest, the soundproofing was poor, and the "squeaky" sounds of the bed would resonate long whenever the Mister visited.
