Ah——!
A scream so piercing, filled with intense pain.
Tang Zilin lay on the sofa, half-dazed, briefly opening her eyes.
What sound is that?
It sounds like my sister. What is she doing?
She was groggy, her mind somewhat confused, unable to think, only able to hear her sister's cries of agony, constantly coming from the nearby room, as if being severely beaten, in extreme pain.
Is my sister in danger?
But after a while, the sound stopped. After a long time, it started again, no longer painful, but rather very pleasant, very joyful, as if ascending to celestial bliss, her cries growing even more intense.
What on earth is my sister doing?
The cries continued for a long time, subsiding, then quickly started again, so fierce that they became hoarse...
Who knows how much time passed before she became a bit clearer, got up from the sofa, listened carefully, and her face turned red. It was her sister's voice, she kept shouting how good it felt, giving it to her that way.