On the master bedroom's large bed.
Meng Lingshan waited a little while, but Tang Feng didn't return.
"Feng'er..."
Meng Lingshan called out languidly, to no response.
Her soft body regained some strength.
Although she was exhausted, so tired she didn't want to move a muscle, her eyelids were fighting to stay open.
But she didn't want to sleep at all.
She wanted to hold her godson, to be entwined with him.
If she really had to sleep, she only wanted to do so in her godson's arms.
Propping up her weary body, Meng Lingshan got up and out of bed.
Her voluptuous figure still clad in the black printed stockings Tang Feng had torn.
Just like that, Meng Lingshan stepped out of the master bedroom.
The vast living room was empty.
Hadn't Tang Feng said he was getting her water?
Where had he gone?
Meng Lingshan looked around, puzzled.
The sound insulation in every room of the well-decorated flat was excellent.
Plus, Lu Ya's moans were very soft.