Han Zhenhua paced back and forth in the next room.
His heart was a tumult of emotions.
When he first married Shen Mengxue, her exquisite and flawless beauty, her wonderful figure had filled him with some pride, and many of his peers envied him.
But after several failures, once realizing he couldn't perform in that regard, his pride as a man was severely wounded, and he became self-conscious.
Just then, the shrill cries from next door came drifting over.
He shuddered violently.
He stopped in his tracks, and looking in the direction of the sound, he gazed over.
The shrill screams, as if filled with boundless allure, led his steps uncontrollably toward the wall separating the two rooms.
He could hear it even clearer now.
The voice was pleasing, enticing, as if in great comfort, and tinged with an indescribable licentiousness.
Since getting married, he had never seen his always demure and elegant wife show such a side.
She must be feeling incredibly good right now!