Under the hazy moonlight and amidst the rippling waves,
Ji Ya and Long Jinghan bit their lower lips, looking at the source of the trembling, their faces flushed with shame.
Such a scene felt like an indulgence of voyeurism—if it were in a room it wouldn't matter, but it happened to be in the hotel pool, surrounded by openness, with the clear moonlight casting over them.
They tried initially to look away, but after enduring for a while, they couldn't help but lock their gazes on the two again.
But the longer they watched, not only did their breathing synchronize with Qiao Lei's rapid pace, but there was also a tingling expectation within them.
Especially for Ji Ya, during those damp nights without Shen Yuan, she sustained herself on these visual fragments.
Whenever there was a need, aside from retrieving toys from the bedside cabinet, she would conjure up these fragmented images.