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Jennifer Miller provoked Michael Smith.

In front of me, with one hand holding a water glass and the other constantly igniting him. Her movements were very light, without making a sound.

But her face was filled with the thrill of revenge and the madness of seeking stimulation.

In the end, she even began to unbutton her clothes directly.

Lying on the bed, watching this scene, I almost couldn't control my facial expression and reveal something.

The hand hidden under the quilt clenched tightly, I forced myself to calm down, and used the corner of my eye to glance at Michael Smith.

When I looked, I saw him unable to resist the temptation, making a disgusting appearance.

Hastily stuffing a few pills into my mouth, he held Jennifer Miller's foot that was reaching towards his leg and said in an unsteady voice, "Yiyi, you're drunk, take your medicine and go to sleep early. I have something to deal with at work and have to work overtime for a while."

After saying that, he didn't wait for my response, and impatiently got up, dragging Jennifer Miller out.

As he walked, he pretended to be in a good mood and said, "Xiaofang, you should go back to your room and rest early too. I think your knee seems to be broken. Come, I'll help you get some medicine."

Jennifer Miller answered and put down the water glass. As she walked out, she seemed to think of something, and suddenly stopped.

Turning her head, she looked me over maliciously.

Taking out her phone, she quickly typed a line of text and held it up in front of Michael Smith in a scrolling manner. "Don't you think it's more exciting to do that kind of thing in front of her?"

After Michael Smith finished reading, she typed another line: "It just so happens that she's drunk today, and she's blind. You sure you don't want to try such a good opportunity?"

The large font was clearly displayed on the phone screen.

I saw it clearly, watching her throw the phone into Michael Smith's arms, and then walk towards the desk not far from the side of the bed.

Opening the laptop on the desk, pulling out the chair, she beckoned him to sit down.

The next scene was something I could never have imagined.

As I hadn't figured out what they were going to do, I saw that Michael Smith couldn't resist her seduction and walked towards her, looking hurried and nervous.

He had just sat down when Jennifer Miller sat on his lap, her back to him.

The computer screen lit up perfectly at this moment.

Facing the direction of the bed.

Lying on the bed, while they were both facing away from me, I openly watched Jennifer Miller open the document.

Then, when they were doing that kind of dirty thing, she typed away on the keyboard, turning all the words she should have cried out into text, and wrote them in that document... Heh.

What a "handling work," what a "working overtime for a while."

If I hadn't suddenly regained my sight, I wouldn't have known that Michael Smith, who had always claimed to be "honest," was so good at playing.

In an instant, I recalled the scene of him telling me countless times that he had to work overtime in the less than a year since we got married. I remembered that at the time, I still felt very guilty, thinking that he worked so hard to support a useless person like me, that I was the one who had dragged him down, and the disgust I had barely suppressed surged up again.

My nails were desperately pinching my palms.

I lay on the bed, with a blank expression, watching them indulge in that chair until the end.