"It should have already started."
Ma Xiaotao's room was right next to Ling Luochen's. She estimated that if Jiang Ming moved quickly and got straight to business as soon as he went in, then by normal standards, they should have finished by now.
But considering Jiang Ming's formidable physical constitution, perhaps normal timing did not apply to him.
Still, no matter how slow they were, they had definitely gotten down to business by now.
After hesitating for a while and rolling back and forth several times atop her fiery red Fire Phoenix bedding, Ma Xiaotao still could not fall asleep.
Unable to resist, she got up and pressed her ear against the wall, trying to hear something.
The man she liked was getting intimate with her sworn rival in the room next door, separated from her by only a wall. It was truly difficult to accept.
But there was nothing she could do. Who told her that she had met Jiang Ming later than Ling Luochen had?
The walls were very thick. When the cottage had been remodeled, those Inner Court Disciples and teachers had not dared cut corners in the slightest. They were absolutely solid, and the soundproofing was excellent!
Ma Xiaotao frowned. Part of her felt relieved that she could not hear anything, while another part was frustrated that she could not.
She was deeply conflicted.
That conflict made her pace back and forth in her room, leaving her extremely restless, yet there was nothing she could do about it.
In the end, she could only sit cross-legged on her bed and begin meditating.
But with her heart unsettled, meditation was difficult as well.
"Ah!"
She could not help slapping the bed and letting out a cry as though venting her frustration, wanting to release the irritation in