Chen Yingying was certain the voice was definitely Zhao Jinxi's.
So who was Zhao Jinxi doing that thing with?
Could it be Liu Sanming??!
Chen Yingying was momentarily dumbfounded, feeling a chaotic mess in her head, and she hastily turned around and left.
She couldn't understand why the two, being siblings, would get involved like that.
No wonder Zhao Jinxi always wore an affectionate look when mentioning Liu Sanming, clearly surpassing cousinly relationships.
After Chen Yingying left, Liu Sanming and Zhao Jinxi continued for over thirty minutes before calling it quits.
Zhao Jinxi lay on the bed, her whole body limp, with a large damp patch on the sheet beneath her.
The fair and tender skin on her body was covered with sweat.
The patches of flush hadn't faded, with her disheveled long hair draped over her shoulders, it presented a kind of beauty that evoked pity.
Liu Sanming bent down and kissed her forehead lightly.
