Last night, Qu Manqing barely slept.
Qu Tingfang had been chattering and bragging for hours, and due to the exhaustion from the day, soon fell asleep right next to her.
But Qu Manqing just couldn't fall asleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, the image of Chen Ziyang furiously making love to Qu Tingfang appeared in her mind.
Envy!
Thinking about how she had used a cucumber on the table to pleasure herself while listening to those sounds that day, she even felt a sense of imbalance.
Her hands kneaded her own curves, feeling her body grow hotter and hotter, and thought about whether she had a figure inferior to Qu Tingfang's, even possessing a charm that a young girl like Qu Tingfang couldn't possibly have.
But why can't I enjoy that pleasure?
Just like that, Qu Manqing tossed and turned in her bed until dawn.
In the morning, when Qu Tingfang opened her eyes, she was shocked to see Qu Manqing with dark circles under her eyes and looking utterly listless.
