Because Xiao Feng had come up much too early, the two of them had apparently not yet gotten down to business. Fu Xiaolian’s clothes had not yet been removed, but they were slightly disheveled.
The moment she caught sight of Xiao Feng, a look of fluster flashed across her face, but it quickly faded away.
People are sometimes like this: once the final layer of pretense is ripped away, what follows is the loss of the last shred of conscience and shame.
Chapter 142