Shi Yang rented a modern two-bedroom, two-living room apartment for Liu Xiue and Zhao Dazhuang.
The newly built apartment was made of hollow bricks, incomparable to the old red-brick buildings. It was not soundproof, and the bedroom doors were thin wooden panels with decorative glass carvings. Even with the bathroom and two doors in between, if the conversation was slightly louder, it could be faintly heard in the master and secondary bedrooms.
Shi Yang's eyes were dark and focused, his brows slightly furrowed, and his large hands tightly holding Zhao Meimei's waist, guiding her to match his rhythm.
The room was too quiet; any slight sound reverberated like a thunderous echo. Zhao Meimei was worried that her parents might hear, so she bit her lip tightly, her heavy breathing escaping through her nose.
Shi Yang suddenly lowered his head and kissed Zhao Meimei's mouth, forcibly parting her tightly bitten lower lip, a low, rough groan escaping with his breaths.
