It turned out that, to prevent Zhao Min from escaping, Zhou Zhiruo had arranged her room right next to her own. That way, they could work together during the day, and at night, she could keep an eye on her nearby. Any suspicious movement would be discovered at once.
Having been so frightened on the road earlier, Zhou Zhiruo had forgotten about this. As a result, Zhao Min in the next room suffered for it.
She was lying on her bed, troubled and restless, when waves of embarrassing sounds suddenly came from next door. After freezing for a moment, she instantly understood what was happening, and her face flushed scarlet.
She curled up beneath the blankets and even grabbed a pillow to cover her head, but the sounds next door came one wave after another, piercing through the walls. They left her agitated and enraged, yet unbearably embarrassed.
"I'll endure it, I'll endure it, I'll endure, endure, endure!" Zhao Min did not understand why she was so irritated, but the two next door seemed determined to oppose her, their voices growing ever louder.
"What a shameless slut!" Zhao Min spat inwardly. Zhou Zhiruo usually insisted on acting like some cold, icy beauty, yet now she was being so wanton. How utterly shameless.
She had originally planned to endure it, but after a long while, the noise next door showed no sign of stopping. At last, she snapped. "Like a pair of bulls!"
Already in a foul mood, she was endlessly provoked until she finally erupted like a volcano. Thump, thump, thump—she ran next door and pounded on the door hard enough to shake the room. "If you're going to do it, then do it! Do you have to make so much noise? Are the people next door supposed to get