That Sight is So Filthy!

Shen Qianrou grabbed Su Heng's hand tightly, her expression was unable to conceal her panic.

"Brother Heng, since Sister is fine, let's go. I'm very tired and my feet are hurting!"

Su Heng frowned and turned his head to look at Shen Qianrou. He realized that her face was shockingly pale and there was hardly any color. Her delicate face was covered with beads of perspiration, and her fragile appearance made his heart ache.

But should they leave now?

"Do we have to leave now? Why don't I book a room for you to rest first?"

"No! No, no, Brother Heng, I don't want to stay here. I want you to leave with me…"

Shen Qianrou anxiously tugged at Su Hengs sleeves. At this moment, the door to Lin Feifei's room opened!

A faint scent of roses wafted from the room. What was even more shocking were the sounds coming from the room—

"Mm… enough… enough…"

"Ahhh… It's not enough… Ahhh… Mmm… It's so comfortable…"