Ah! Ah!
Xia Bei was in a drowsy haze, vaguely hearing something—sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low and suppressed, yet tantalizing.
It was Sister Yang's voice!
What was she doing?
Xia Bei opened his eyes. The room was pitch black, but the moans became even clearer, right beside him, rising in pitch again.
"Dr. Xia! Dr. Xia! Quick...quick!"
Then he was stunned, completely unable to believe it. Was Sister Yang satisfying herself?
Why was she calling his name?
He thought he was dreaming, but when he pinched himself, it hurt. It was real; Sister Yang was right next to him, pleasing herself in front of him!
He became aroused in an instant.
Listening to her enticing moans and imagining the soft, tender area below, his blood surged, almost driving him to get up and take a closer look.
Yet he didn't dare. Sister Yang was still very shy, a proper and traditional woman, daring to do such a bold thing only while he slept. If she discovered he was awake, it would scare her away.
