Outside the cubicle, someone came in, and Wei Anning quickly turned around to kiss him, softly pleading, "Please."
Leng Youchen's eyes darkened slightly, a gleam flashed in his eyes. He released her, sat on the toilet lid, looked up at her, and mouthed, "Come up here and please me."
Wei Anning stared with wide eyes as the man lazily leaned against the flush tank, his raised eyebrow exuding an air of ease. Wei Anning's legs were so weak that she couldn't stand, and she didn't move.
She glared at him angrily, mouthing, "Enough already."
Leng Youchen suddenly stood up, casually whispered in her ear, "Then I'll head out now."
Goddamn it!
Wei Anning felt like cursing. If he went out now, everyone outside would see; who wouldn't know what they were doing in there earlier? Her pretty face flushed bright red, unsure if it was from anger or embarrassment.
She pushed him back in, forcing herself to say, "I understand."
Leng Youchen's lips curled slightly, prompting her, "Hurry up."
