He was still pressed against her, and it wouldn't be good if others found out.
He curled his lips, "Baby, you're wrong." He was coaxing her because he couldn't bear to see her cry.
He did this on purpose. Even if she got jealous, it was better than her pushing him away.
His voice was a bit loud, loud enough to be heard outside the door, a voice like that could easily lead to misunderstandings.
"Keep your voice down..." she spoke, "If they hear you in my room, they'll definitely talk." After all, it was the middle of the night...
"We already did it." He said, capturing the woman's lips and sliding his tongue into her mouth, "Did it..."
Her face suddenly turned red, "Who did it with you?" At most, she had only kissed him—she definitely hadn't done anything else with him, right?
"This kind of thing doesn't count as doing it..."
