Bai Tingfang returned to her son’s room once again and, by then, the commotion inside had basically subsided. When she pushed the door open, what she saw was still her son lying on the bed.
The difference was that, when she had left earlier, he had been lying under the covers with his feet arched and half-leaning against the headboard reading a book, but now, he had shifted to lying prone under the covers, with his whole body turned away, and was crawling there, writing something.
"Huh? Mom, why did you come back again? Didn’t I say I would be there? I’ll be done with this bit in just a moment."
The man who was lying under the covers was surprised to see his room door opened again.
Bai Tingfang frowned, wanting to say something, but upon seeing that the room’s floor and furnishings were still spotless, she could only retract her gaze with a snort of discontent, "It’s nothing, I just came to hurry you along. Since it’s , then be quick about it."
Ou Mucen nodded, "Understood, right away!"
He had never been so obedient, and if not for today’s incident, he probably never would have been this docile in his life.
Bai Tingfang was satisfied and finally left again.
Xiaoxia followed behind and quickly closed the door after her; of course, she did not forget to glance at the foot of the bed when closing the door.
Those were several round and delicate toes, which at that moment, were pointing upwards.
The young master was indeed capable, lying prone yet with toes pointed upwards.
Xiaoxia revealed a meaningful smile and walked away...
Once she was gone, indeed, the room started to move again, only this time, the noise was much less, but essentially, the tone and the physical movements were still extremely passionate and unbearable to watch.
"Ou Mucen, you scumbag... get up quickly..."
That was the muffled, stifled low curse coming from under the covers, carrying a woman’s shame and exasperation, and utter intolerance.
She couldn’t take it anymore?
Ou Mucen lay there, feeling the soft body wriggling beneath him, and the heat in him rose once more, his complexion turning even paler, "Try moving again?"
At that command, the woman lying on top of her dared not move any longer, and even her hands stopped flailing around and obediently rested at her sides.
He was no gentleman; although a person like her could not catch his eye, he was still a normal man, and at this moment, pressing down on a fully matured woman’s body, he truly couldn’t guarantee anything.
Besides, considering how he felt underneath him right now, the woman’s figure wasn’t bad at all.
How did things end up today?
Her face was so red it seemed as though blood might drip from it; she tightly closed her eyes and didn’t dare to speak further, just waiting for him to get up from on top of her so she could quickly leave.
But she lay there for a long time, not feeling him disentangling the towel that had gotten caught in the clothes zipper during their struggle; so she started to grow anxious, "Are you done yet? I... I can’t take this anymore."
Couldn’t take it anymore?
What couldn’t she take any longer?
The man who was bending over in the dimness under the covers to untangle the towel, upon hearing these suggestive words, directed his gaze, which already bore the wish to strangle her, onto her once again.