She quietly observed through the crack in the door, watching the scene inside. Her face turned slightly red, then showed a trace of envy and displeasure.
'Oh, oh, oh, acting like you've got some skills, huh? That deep bite you're taking!'
'Oh, oh, oh, acting like you're so flexible, huh? Doing splits now?'
'Oh, oh, oh… this, this! Absolutely unbecoming! Absolutely unbecoming!'
The more Xue'er watched, the more upset she felt! She really wanted to pull out a knife and kill Yanyan right then and there!
That girl, who usually seemed so innocent—how could she be this wild and scandalous in front of Qiu Tu?
Was Qiu Tu really that satisfying?
Thinking of this, Xue'er couldn't help but recall the time she secretly spied on Ai Li.
Ai Li's expression back then seemed equally euphoric.
Could it be… Qiu Tu really was addictive?
For a moment, Xue'er didn't know how to describe her feelings… She only felt her legs growing weak, felt herself growing damp...
Meanwhile, inside the room.
