Having said that, she gave me a coquettish glance and wiggled her ample bottom as she walked into the kitchen to help Dazhuang cook.
I could only helplessly smile bitterly, taking the moment to quickly tidy up the room to prevent my husband from discovering anything when he came home.
However, after a while, Sun Xiaoqian still hadn't emerged, and when I listened closely, I could faintly hear a series of moans and groans coming from the kitchen.
Curiosity piqued, I walked towards the kitchen.
The kitchen door was slightly ajar, and I could hear Dazhuang whispering, "Sister Qian, if Sister Qin sees us, it won't... it won't be good, right?"
Sun Xiaoqian chuckled mischievously, "What are you afraid of? Qin Qin won't tell, rest assured."
At this point, I tiptoed over and peered through the crack of the door.
There I saw Sun Xiaoqian, clinging tightly to Dazhuang, her hands madly caressing his body, and after a moment, even slipping her hand into his pants.