The woman's screaming from the bed was so loud that even the next door could hear it.
Next door, Su Qingyue pondered that the second brother must be really thirsty, getting it on with Li Rong'er as soon as they were back in the room during the daytime.
Xiao Qinghe, after all, was a virgin, his face so delicate that it flushed with a hint of red. His clear gaze stole glances at Su Qingyue from time to time.
Qingyue, caught by his stealthy looks, actually felt a bit embarrassed.
She turned and went back to her room.
The room door was locked; she took out the key and unlocked it.
Walking into the room, it was just like when she had gone to the town before—no one had entered for several months, and a thin layer of dust had settled on the floor and the furniture.
She went out to the yard to get the broom and the bamboo trash can and began to sweep the floor.