She stood there in a daze, listening to the violent slapping sounds coming from the stairs, accompanied by the woman's enchanting moans and rapid breathing.
A cool breeze sobered Tina up. After a moment of shock, she picked up the wine and continued drinking. She realized she had been outplayed and had lost.
Compared to her childish tricks, Lyla's approach was far more sophisticated.
The man who had once seemed so innocent and gentle to the point of silliness in her eyes could no longer be viewed the same way. He had already tasted the pleasures of life.
Yana made her feel somewhat inferior. She was a stunning beauty with almost no flaws.
Lyla, on the other hand, simply didn't like to dress up. In reality, her figure and appearance were on par with Tina's. With a little effort, she might even surpass her.
Under such circumstances, Tina had foolishly walked away, giving them privacy. She had mustered the courage to speak up, so why had she backed down now?
