The next day, in the morning.
Wen Ruan heard a rustling sound outside in a daze. Listening carefully, it was the sound of the housekeeping auntie cleaning the room.
One second, two seconds.
She opened her eyes.
She hadn't forgotten the absurd things she had done last night.
He Yanci's coat, her slippers.
And her underwear...
At that time, she stuffed them in a hurry. She didn't know if she had stuffed them into He Yanci's hands or rubbed them against the waistband of his pants.
Wen Ruan tried to move her body but couldn't at all. He Yanci's arms were as firm as iron walls.
He Yanci had this annoying habit that Wen Ruan had endured for a long time.
When he slept, he habitually held her butt with one big hand and grasped her breast with the other.
You damned man.
A lecherous old fellow.
Who would have thought that he seemed like a monk with no desires in front of others, but behind the scenes, he was like this.