127 Why was it Angel and not Ava?

When Ava returned to her room, her legs were giving out, and she practically collapsed onto the bed.

She didn't know how to describe everything she had seen, in the room lit by a desk lamp... two figures making love.

Watching the perfect figure, the handsome Sam, his back drenched in sweat. 

Looking at the proud Heiress, her beautiful legs wavering in mid-air, toes all tensed up... 

Ava felt an unprecedented impact.

Of course, she knew what Sam and Angel were doing... 

After all, she was 16 years old, and her teachers had covered the physiology of sex in school. 

But she hadn't anticipated that, unlike the descriptions in textbooks, witnessing it firsthand would be like this... 

Was it beautiful? 

It would be more accurate to describe it as intense, passionate, and filled with desire. 

At that moment, she really wanted to kick the door open and angrily demand what they were doing.