The moon hung high, illuminating the bright streetlights below.
Li Jia twisted her pale, graceful body, her moans sounding just like a cat in heat, desperately seeking a mate, each note filled with a deep longing.
This scene somewhat shocked Yang Fan.
Was this the same Li Jia who, not long ago, had been so destitute that she had to resort to that method to borrow three thousand yuan from him?
When had their relationship become this good?
Of course, the most mysterious one was still Fu Xuebing, this guy had seemed like a completely different person lately.
Although he still tended to work sporadically, more often thinking than acting, his current business expansion was quite aggressive.
How long had it been?
His usually flowing or slicked-back hair was gone, now shaved neat and tidy, which made him look sharper, and he had evidently become more skilled at his technique.
The activities he and Li Jia were engaged in were ones Yang Fan had only seen on his cell phone.