That night, thunder and rain clashed violently.
The sky poured down like buckets, the thunder rolling as if someone had poked a hole in the heavens.
Inside the room.
It was a storm of its own—two small boats rocked on the lake; Qin Yu hopped onto this boat, then that boat, making sure everyone got a taste.
Yin Qinghe glanced at the sky, then at the neighboring room, feeling secretly relieved.
She'd rather listen to thunder than those strange noises next door—it was just way too shameless, with a constant sense of sneaking around.
Even if she was passive about it.
Pulling the curtain shut, Yin Qinghe prepared to sleep. After being 'tormented' for so long, she thought she could finally drift off easily with the thunder as her lullaby.
"Mm…"
However, with thunder covering their tracks, the folks next door seemed even more reckless. Normally, the two little boats held back a bit, but tonight, the sounds were way louder than usual.
