Shen Yifei POV
March 17th, 20xx — 11:50 PM
Archery Club Room — Main Hall
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It started with a noise I couldn't place.
Just a low thump through the wall — like something shifting, like someone falling softly onto mats.
I didn't mean to move.
I didn't mean to get closer.
But I did.
Zhou Xue was already near the wall, her expression unreadable. Liang Mei stood a little off to the side, holding her sweater tighter, like she could pull it over her ears if it got too bad.
I didn't say anything at first.
Then came the second sound.
Schlk.
Flesh on flesh. Muffled, but not faint. Then again — Squelch...! — a steady rhythm, wet and certain.
My stomach flipped.
I pressed my hand against the wall. Felt it vibrate, faint but real.
Inside the side room, they weren't whispering anymore.
Mu Qinglan's voice broke through the next moment. A low breath at first. Then a moan — sharp, sweet, and unguarded.
"Ahn… fuck… right there—"
I froze.
