Inside the room, Qin Chuan struggled to ignore distracting thoughts as he helped his stepmother with a massage.
Outside the room, Ye Wenxi listened to the sounds of panting coming from inside, her heart seized by conflicting emotions.
She didn't know what was happening inside; she could only infer through the sounds.
Although she hadn't taken that final step with Qin Chuan.
Yet, Ye Wenxi was no longer that naive little girl.
She understood what those sounds inside signified.
What was her mother doing in there? Was her little brother Chuan inside too?
Could it be just as Aunt Luo had said, that her mother was also a woman who had needs?
So, was her mother comforting herself or was someone helping her?
Ye Wenxi's heart was like a tangled ball of yarn, impossible to untangle.
She wanted to flee, but it was as though her feet were weighed down by lead, unable to move.
In truth, what she really wanted to know was whether Qin Chuan was inside.
