So he once again braced himself and walked to the bedroom door. This time, sensibly, he didn't knock but instead pressed his ear against the door to listen for any movement inside.
He guessed, most likely the big brother had eaten his fill and fallen asleep.
But then—oh my god—big brother's relaxed moans floated out from inside.
Instinctively, he took out his phone and calculated the time: a full five hours. Did he really take some enhancement pills? Otherwise, how could he possibly keep going for five hours? Even he and Huanhuan never lasted that long.
Nan Baihao's mind, accompanied by the faint sounds from within, automatically started filling in some vivid mental images. While he was fantasizing, he pulled out his phone and gossiped in the group chat: "Big brother lasting five hours—doesn't this count as a medical condition?"
Yan Fengchi: "What do you mean, five hours of what?"
