One could faintly hear some sweet and charming, yet deliberately suppressed moans.

Qi Shuo's heart trembled and he stopped abruptly.

He swallowed, his heart beating like a drum.

Then he looked inside cautiously through the uncovered half window.

This look.

He immediately felt like he was struck by lightning, and his whole body froze in place.

There was a sound in my mind that my heart was shattered into pieces.

The warm sunlight shines directly into the house through the mottled old windows.

On an old but obviously tidied bed, a woman was half leaning against the headboard, her slender white arms were grasped by the man's big hands, lifted high and pressed against the wall behind her.

There was a moist red at the corners of her eyes, her full breasts rose and fell slowly, and she was panting and humming rapidly like a dehydrated fish.

The man was shirtless, his strong and sturdy arms were bulging with muscles, and the blue veins on the sides of his neck were all exposed on his honey-colored skin.

He kissed and bit Jiao Jiao fiercely, and his narrow eyes left a dark gap before he stopped suddenly.

With a hoarse voice and a rough gasp, he asked: "Chen Zhiyi, do you know you are wrong now?"

The woman was almost out of breath, her face full of charming blush.

But she still glared at him softly and willfully, as if she was angry: "You don't know what's wrong! You don't know what's wrong!"

"What's wrong with me looking for my husband?! Um..."

“… …”

Qi Shuo didn't dare to look anymore.

He turned around suddenly and walked out step by step towards the sun with extremely heavy steps, his ears buzzing.

He felt that he would never love again in his life...