Rumble rumble.
Gurgle splash.
Squelch... squelch...
Thunderstorms and making love are a perfect match!
Chen Xingru lay on the small table between the two sleeping berths, her slender hands tightly gripping the rain-soaked glass window.
Her legs, half out of her stockings, were curled up and ached a bit.
She turned her head and asked through gritted teeth: "Still not done yet?"
"Didn't you say you wouldn't regret it?" Sun Dasheng asked.
Chen Xingru was at a loss for words.
The mess she started, she had to see through with tears if necessary.
The thunderstorm dissipated, the sky cleared up, and the rain outside had softened a lot.
Xia Ruyi on the sleeping berth was also showing signs of waking up.
Chen Xingru finally breathed a big sigh of relief.
The godlike man finally let her go.
She hurriedly got dressed, glanced at her good friend whose eyelids were twitching, and sneaked away quietly.
The next day.
Xia Ruyi woke up.
She felt a headache.
She didn't know why.
