Cheng Ying, standing outside the door, was taken aback. Why was Cousin acting so distant today? But because of what had happened recently, she was somewhat dazed and did not think too deeply about it. She answered instinctively, "I wanted to talk with you, Cousin."
Cheng Yaojia pinched Song Qingshu's waist before saying, "I've already gone to bed. How about we talk another day?"
Silence immediately fell outside. Just as Cheng Yaojia thought her cousin had left, Cheng Ying's voice rang out again. "I know it isn't proper to come disturb you so late, Cousin, but I have so much bottled up inside me and no one to confide in."
Lu Wushuang had exhausted her spirit from the pain she suffered during the day and was now asleep, recovering her strength. Besides, Cheng Ying had always been the mature, understanding elder sister before Lu Wushuang, and she was too embarrassed to pour out all her thoughts to her. Cheng Yaojia was different. She was her older cousin and had been married for years, so as someone with experience, she could surely give Cheng Ying plenty of advice.
Cheng Yaojia secretly groaned. The man on top of her seemed entirely unconcerned and continued charging ahead. Finally, during one fierce thrust, she was unprepared and let out an "Ah!"
"Hm?" Cheng Ying outside the door had clearly heard the strange sound as well and hurriedly asked, "Cousin, are you all right?"
Cheng Yaojia wanted to answer, but her entire body was trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of shudders swept through her. She knew that if she opened her mouth, she would likely make some embarrassing sounds, so she could only clamp her lips shut and endure it.
"Cousin? Cousin?" Cheng Ying called several times, but there was no response from inside.