Chapter 390

Even though she deliberately concealed it, Yang Yuan's piercing moans still slipped out through her fingers.

Her layered, sometimes low and melodious, sometimes high and undulating moans set a fire raging within Yang Fan, his blood also surging intensely in waves.

Driven by such emotions, he involuntarily quickened his pace in and out.

Suddenly, there was a knock from outside.

"Ah…"

Yang Yuan's moan broke off with a cry. She abruptly covered her mouth, her eyes wide with panic, seeking a solution from Yang Fan.

But Yang Fan was also startled by the knock, suddenly feeling at a loss.

He quietly slipped out and pointed towards the direction of the wardrobe.

Yang Yuan nodded lightly, wiped the sweat off her face, tucked her clothes, and tiptoed into the wardrobe.

Yang Fan composed himself and quickly got dressed.

The knocking from outside sounded again.

Knock, knock, knock.