"Were you doing that on purpose?"
Zhao Zilan asked, her voice slightly hoarse. She was drenched in sweat, and even her fine hair was damp.
She had just realized that during their lovemaking, Pei Shaoqing had been matching his rhythm and force to the sound of her crying.
It filled her with shame and vexation.
'So much for being magnanimous! The Young Master was clearly using my past feelings for my senior brother to spice things up.'
"What?" Pei Shaoqing said, his face a mask of innocence.
Zhao Zilan's expression was one of suspicion.
Pei Shaoqing quickly changed the subject, his voice full of tenderness. "There's something I should tell you."
"What is it, Young Master?" Zhao Zilan's attention was instantly diverted, and she asked curiously.
Pei Shaoqing called out, "General Li, come in."
BANG! The window suddenly burst open.
Zhao Zilan instinctively turned to look.
