Sunac Binjiang No.1 Courtyard, Room 2104.
In the dim living room, a soft night light was on.
Outside the master bedroom, a beautiful woman in a trench coat was leaning against the doorframe, peeking into the half-open room.
She leaned her upper body forward slightly, her fishnet-clad calves trembling.
Even with the thermostat keeping the house at a constant 26 degrees, her face still burned hot.
A shy blush crept across it.
Because the scene inside the room was far beyond what Lin Ping could handle.
A small part of it was the stark physical contrast between the man and the woman, which created an intensely powerful visual impact.
But the main reason was the sheer "ferocity" of their intimacy.
The beautiful young girl, just like her, had a blindfold covering her pretty, delicate face.
Hers was a white, lacy style—the exact opposite of Lin Ping's.
Her lingerie was also white lace, the delicate fabric covering her smooth, supple frame.
