In the dark, a strongly suppressed moan grew loud, which was particularly striking in the quiet surrounding.
"Oh…"
It was hard to tell whether it was a lazy or angry muffled hum, but there was another rustling sound of friction between clothes. After a while, a young girl's voice rang out.
"Well, how high is the synchronization rate now?"
"Fifty one percent."
"Too slow."
"Then next time change your position.
"Don't talk about such useless nonsense now." After a pause, the girl groaned with dissatisfaction when she saw that the other party did not respond.
"Fine. Fine. Next time, I will try my best to renovate the pattern and wait for your arrival in a new posture. It will surely satisfy you."
"Hump." The girl left another hum and then drifted away.
Then, Wang Lu's laughter rang out in the dark.