"Huff—"
Unconsciously, Yu Yingying's face slowly reddened as she finally stood at the doorway of Yu Jing's room.
Standing here, she could clearly hear everything happening inside the room.
Since Yu Jing's door was not closed, by merely leaning slightly beyond the threshold, Yu Yingying could see everything that was taking place inside.
Although her face was somewhat flushed and even her Shenzi felt heated, Yu Yingying's heart was filled with complexity and even a strong sense of sourness, as Xiao Yifei's room was empty while such a scene unfolded in Yu Jing's room.
For Yu Yingying, who held deep admiration for Xiao Yifei, it was somewhat unbearable.
Despite the sour ache in her heart, the embarrassingly explicit sounds echoing in her ears continuously assaulted Yu Yingying's senses. She stood there, her face blazing red, and for a moment she couldn't even control her own Shenzi.
