บท 117: Brother Sicheng, Slow Down

Su Qianci's heart trembled. Staring at the ringing phone, Su Qianci felt dazed.

Tang Mengying, Li Sicheng…

Reaching for the phone, Su Qianci was still hesitant to pick up. A heart-wrenching pain suddenly broke her. Should she pick up? She did not dare to. She was afraid that she would hear those horrible sounds again, the panting and moaning that had bothered her for numerous days and nights. Should she hang up?

But what if things were different… Too many things had happened differently this time around already. What if it was a different call? Pick up… Just try picking up. She had already been through the worst, hadn't she? When the ringing was about to stop, Su Qianci picked up.

"Hmmm… Brother Sicheng… Please slow down…" It was Tang Mengying's voice, mixed with a man's heavy breath and the sound of flesh on flesh. "Oh… Brother Sicheng… That was so good."