Fu Ying was about to put down her phone when he reached out and tapped on a video.
A visual shock hit right away.
The air grew tense.
Fu Ying's body stiffened, her cheeks heated up more and more, flushing from the tips of her ears to her earlobes, then down her neck.
The volume on her phone was loud, filling the living room with the sounds of a woman's cries from the video, unclear whether they were from pain or pleasure.
She bit her lip tightly and pressed the power button. The screen turned black and the sound abruptly stopped.
She knew her little brother was no proper man.
But before she could stop him, Shen Liguang tapped on the video.
Now she could feel the man's body getting hotter, his chin resting in her neck nook, breathing out warm and sultry breaths.
Fu Ying licked her lips and struggled in his embrace: "Brother, you, you're so hot, I feel warm."
"Hot? Then take it off."
Fu Ying bowed her head, holding onto the pillow on her lap, her body stiff.
