The creaking sound echoed once more. Clearly, even this specially made bed was struggling to withstand Ye Luo's antics—it was quite remarkable that it hadn't fallen apart yet.
As the unmistakable noises emanated from Ling Qingya's room once more, the group of women found it difficult to sleep again.
"These two have no sense of restraint. Are they planning to go all night long?"
Yan Ling glared at Ling Qingya's room, speaking with some anger. But in truth, there was already a large wet patch on her bedsheet.
Of course, Yan Ling's words undoubtedly echoed the thoughts of many.
They had just quieted down for a few minutes, and then they started again!
...
The next morning, Ye Luo rose energetically from Ling Qingya's side.
But it was a tough night for the group of women. When Ye Luo came out and saw them, he noticed that most of them looked drained.
Well, Ye Luo was well aware of the reason, so for once, even he blushed.
