The room grew quieter, and the rough, panting, and moaning sounds coming from next door became even more audible.
Wen Zhaoye's ears were burning hot. He sat on another single sofa next to the round coffee table, trying to find a topic to change the subject:
"This food is pretty good, isn't it?"
"Hmm~"
"Um."
Wen Jiaojiao's soft moans overlapped with the groans coming from the next room.
Her face flushed red, and she silently picked up the metal lunchbox, wishing she could bury her face in it while eating.
This is so embarrassing, I could practically dig out a skyscraper from it.
At the same time, Wen Zhaoye paused in his chewing of rice, his face flushing even more. After a couple of seconds, he tried to break the awkward silence by saying:
"Would you like me to get you some braised pork?"
That delicate, affected voice, which seemed to take eighty turns in a series of twists and turns, came again from the next room:
"don't want……"
Wen Jiaojiao lowered her head and ate her rice, unable to suppress a slight twitch at the corner of her lips. She secretly glanced at his expression.
Suddenly their eyes met, and the sounds in the room seemed to be amplified, making them both feel awkward.
Wen Zhaoye awkwardly looked away and coughed lightly, saying:
"Let's go for a walk after we finish eating."
"Hmm~"
"Um."
The sounds coming from next door subtly softened Wen Jiaojiao's voice, making it sound slightly more melodious.
Her face froze, and she seemed to turn to stone on the spot.
Someone please save the child!
Otherwise, I'd like to report them to 110 (the police) for selling sex and prostitution.
Wen Zhaoye sensed something was wrong in her voice; his ears turned red all the way to his long neck, and he mumbled indistinctly:
"You absolutely must hold it in, stay rational, it will pass soon... very soon."
Wen Jiaojiao's face turned a deep shade of liver; she had absolutely no idea how to explain this situation.
I have a feeling that whether I say I wasn't aroused by the neighbors' shouts or explain that I don't have those kinds of thoughts, it will only push the conversation to an awkward climax.
She didn't dare look at him at all, and muttered, "You're really overthinking it."
Wen Zhaoye didn't want to continue this topic and changed the subject again:
"I just bought food and noticed a lot of red lights around here, so I'll be waiting..."
Before he could finish speaking, another roundabout voice came from next door:
"I have to go to work later, so please be gentle."
Wen Zhaoye's face was extremely grim. He was about to speak again when Wen Jiaojiao slammed down her chopsticks and earnestly advised:
"You'd better not say anything, and don't bother trying to break the awkward silence, or things will only get more awkward."
"Okay." A man's heavy breathing came from next door.
An awkward silence fell again. Wen Jiaojiao's face turned ashen. Then she heard the sounds from next door suddenly become more and more outrageous, almost unrestrained.
Unable to contain her anger, she shouted:
"Are you trying to kill us? We pay the same amount, and you two are the only ones who know how to pull off these fancy tricks? Fine, go ahead and do it, but can you keep it down? What if there are kids living across the street? Don't you think it'll cause a big disturbance?"
Li Qiang's face turned pale with fright. Wu Meijun, looking uninterested, pulled the blanket over herself, completely unaware that Wen Jiaojiao's voice was saying:
"Isn't this the reason you're staying in such an expensive hotel? You can't just be a sour grapes. You're the one who's jealous of others because nobody loves you."
Wen Jiaojiao: "..."
That old woman, what she said was truly brilliant!
Wen Zhaoye hadn't expected her to have such a fierce side. His cheeks flushed, and he awkwardly grabbed his keys and stuffed them into his pocket, his voice unnatural as he said:
"Let's go out for a walk."
Wen Jiaojiao was also afraid of the two people next door, so she followed them out:
If I can't afford to offend them, I can at least avoid them, right?
I'm just waiting to see if you two can try your best one more time.
Li Cuihua had been delayed on the way and had just arrived home when a heavily pregnant woman stood at the door of the tiled house and said:
"Mom, you're finally back! Mingming has disappeared again. I'm not feeling well today, so could you go look for him?"
Li Cuihua's mind was still preoccupied with Wen Jiaojiao's matter. She put down the eggs and said:
"I'll go find my grandson later. But Lotus, what's been going on with Xu Dajun and his wife next door lately?"
Wu Hehua was so hot she could hardly breathe. She raised her hand to fan herself and said disdainfully:
"What could possibly be going on between them? They just argue all the time. But I haven't seen his wife lately. Anyway, Xu Dajun is the one taking care of the kids."
Li Cuihua slapped her thigh, her face full of regret, and said:
"Oh dear, it must have run away with someone. It's such a pity for Xiaofei."
Wu Hehua said impatiently:
"Mom, why do you care about other people? You're always so enthusiastic, even taking care of their kids, but have they appreciated it? Stay away from them in the future. Neither of them are good people."
Wu Hehua's family was wealthy, with five older brothers. After marrying into Li Cuihua's family, she became the undisputed head of the household, and Li Cuihua dared not object. As she walked back, she said:
"Okay, I'll go find Mingming."
"Cuihua, you're back? Your Mingming must be at the arcade with my Zhouzhou on the street. Let's go look for them together."
Another woman came out of the tiled house and said goodbye, and together they hurried to the town's arcade.
The sky was overcast, neon signs flashed on the storefronts on both sides of the road, and most of the people passing by were wearing floral shirts and goggles. Classic and popular songs filled the air along the street.
Wen Jiaojiao saw a fashionable woman wearing tight pants, and her eyes lit up as she said:
"Brother, I suddenly remembered that these Xifeng fitness pants will definitely become popular soon."
"Hsi-Feng Fitness Pants?"
Wen Zhaoye followed her gaze and saw that the woman's pants were extremely form-fitting, outlining her entire hip shape. His ears burned as he looked away.
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