Li Manshu's voice grew louder and higher until she finally got her satisfaction without any restraint.
She lay on the bed, her legs trembling.
Thinking back to the scene just now, her face was full of shyness.
"Honey, do you think I'm a bad woman? Little Ming's dad just died, and here I am in his room with you like this."
Listening to her self-reproachful words, Ye Fei comforted her with a smile, "Man Shu, what nonsense are you talking about? You two haven't had feelings for each other for a long time, and there's no need for you to feel inappropriate. After all, he had other women and kids behind your back, why should you still care about this?"
As he spoke, Ye Fei helped her up and pulled a few tissues from the bedside to wipe her body.
"Alright, pull your skirt down, let's go downstairs and wait. Wei Wei should be back soon, and tonight I'll stay up with you through the wake."
Hearing this, Li Manshu immediately panicked.