82: Chapter 83 The Walls Have Ears and the Enchanting Spring Scenery

In the guest room downstairs, Tang Guo had finished her shower and changed into comfortable pajamas, but as she lay in bed, she felt no trace of sleepiness.

Perhaps it was the jet lag, or perhaps she was just too excited tonight; her mind was a jumble, drifting from Yin Tianxue and Yu Bo to her own plans after returning to the country.

She turned over and picked up her phone to check the time; it was almost midnight.

The floor above was deathly quiet, without a single sound.

"Tsk, so quiet?" Tang Guo raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk curling her lips. "Looks like... the battle was quite intense? Or perhaps... it's already over?"

The more she thought about it, the more curious she became; it felt as if a little kitten were scratching at her heart.

Just as she was letting her imagination run wild, she suddenly felt parched, so she got out of bed to go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

She opened the bedroom door on tiptoe, her bare feet pressing into the soft carpet as she headed toward the kitchen.

The villa was silent, save for the faint hum of the central air conditioning.

She poured a glass of warm water and leaned against the countertop, sipping it slowly, her gaze drifting involuntarily toward the master bedroom upstairs.

Just then, a faint, suppressed... moan drifted into her ears, elusive yet distinct.

Tang Guo's hand froze mid-sip, her ears instantly perking up.

The sound was soft and intermittent, as if spilling from the depths of a throat, carrying a note of unbearable, pleasurable longing that seemed exceptionally clear and... seductive in the silent dead of night.

It was Yin Tianxue's voice.

Tang Guo's face turned bright red in an instant, and her heart began to race inexplicably.

She held her breath, subconsciously taking two steps toward the stairs, and tilted her head to listen.

The sounds rose and fell, sometimes hurried, sometimes drawn out, mixed with blurred, suppressed gasps and whimpers, like a kitten's claws scratching at one's heart.

Although separated by the floor and the door, making it difficult to hear clearly, the romantic and ambiguous atmosphere was unmistakably pervasive.

"...Yu Bo... take it easy..." From upstairs came Yin Tianxue's faint, broken plea, tinged with a sob; her voice was so soft and sultry that Tang Guo's legs felt weak just hearing it.

Immediately following this was a low, hoarse male voice, coaxing her with something indistinct: "Good girl... Baby... relax..."

The voice was magnetic, heavy with desire and doting affection; even from a distance, one could feel the heat and urgency within it.

Tang Guo felt a rush of heat surge to her head, her cheeks burning fiercely.

Though she wasn't an innocent young girl, eavesdropping on such a "live broadcast," especially involving her own Best Friend, created a mix of shame and excitement that left her frozen, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

My god... this... this is just too... stimulating!

She could even imagine the scene playing out upstairs.

What would Yu Bo's usually ascetic and cold face look like when consumed by passion?

And for someone as aloof as Tianxue, what kind of alluring charm would she reveal in the heat of the moment?

The movement upstairs seemed to intensify; the faint creaking of the mattress, mixed with the blushing, heart-racing sounds of kissing and wet impacts, drifted down intermittently.

Yin Tianxue's voice became more broken, laced with sobs, yet revealing an underlying pleasure of being completely immersed.

Tang Guo suddenly snapped back to reality, and as if burned, she turned and fled back to the guest room, shutting the door with a soft "bang." Leaning against the door panel, she gasped for air, her heart pounding "thump-thump-thump" so fast it felt like it might leap out of her throat.

She touched her burning cheeks and recalled those blushing sounds, feeling an inexplicable heat rising from her lower abdomen, leaving her feeling entirely restless.

That guy Yu Bo... who would have thought? He usually appears so cold and ascetic, but in private... is he this intense?

Listening to that, it seems like... Tianxue is getting quite a workout, isn't she?

However... listening to Tianxue's voice, although there were sobs, it was mostly filled with indulgence and pleasure; it seemed... she wasn't resisting at all, and perhaps... was even enjoying it?

Tang Guo shook her head, trying to shake out all those chaotic images from her mind.

She walked to the bed, dove headfirst into the soft duvet, and covered her burning face with a pillow.

Although it was a bit shameful, for some reason, she felt a subtle sense of relief, and was even a little happy for Yin Tianxue.

At the very least, when it came to physical compatibility, Yu Bo hadn't disappointed her.

Furthermore, judging by the brief, indistinct conversation and sounds, their relationship seemed much more intimate and... harmonious than she had imagined.

This at least proved that deep down, Tianxue wasn't actually as resistant or distant toward Yu Bo as she appeared.

It's just... is the soundproofing really that bad? Or could it be... they were just too engrossed, too lost in each other?

Tang Guo turned over, burying her face in the pillow, but a mischievous smirk couldn't help but tug at the corners of her lips.

Tomorrow morning, she would definitely have to "interrogate" Yin Tianxue properly! Let's see how she manages to keep up that aloof, pure act then!

The movements upstairs seemed to continue, intermittent, sometimes soft, sometimes heavy, like an ambiguous nocturne gently echoing through the silent villa.

Tang Guo covered her ears, but she couldn't block the sounds from drilling into her brain.

She rolled around in bed in annoyance, finally resigning herself to getting up, fishing her headphones out of her suitcase, putting them on, and turning the music up to the maximum volume.

"This is... going to be the death of me..." she muttered, lying back down in bed and forcing herself to count sheep to fall asleep.

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom upstairs, it was a scene of springtime, filled with romantic allure.

Yu Bo gently placed Yin Tianxue onto the soft, large bed and immediately covered her body with his own, his scorching kisses falling like raindrops—from her forehead, eyes, and nose, finally seizing her slightly swollen red lips again, sucking and lingering with an irresistible intensity and love so thick it couldn't be melted away.

Yin Tianxue melted like a pool of spring water beneath him, responding to his passion in a daze of infatuation.

The memories of her body were awakened, and desire grew wildly like weeds.

She no longer suppressed herself, wrapping her arms around his neck and taking the initiative to deepen the kiss.

Their clothes had been shed at some point, and with their skin pressed against each other, the scorching temperature felt as though it would melt them both away.

Yu Bo's large hands ignited fires all over her body, causing shivers wherever they touched.

His kisses traveled down her graceful neck, lingering on the fair, delicate skin of her chest, leaving trails of crimson blossoms.

"Yu Bo..." Yin Tianxue tilted her head back in unbearable longing, her neck arching into a graceful curve, broken moans spilling from her lips, "Don't... don't do this..."

Her protest was weak and powerless, sounding more like an invitation.

Yu Bo lifted his head, gazing with burning eyes into her hazy ones, his voice rasping uncontrollably, "Tianxue... my Tianxue... you are so beautiful..."

He could no longer hold back, and possessed her.

Yu Bo lowered his head, kissing away the tears at the corners of her eyes, his movements gentle and firm, filled with infinite tenderness and love.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a hoarse voice, beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, holding back his impulses as he watched her quietly.

Yin Tianxue shook her head, taking the initiative to meet his movements.

Now, there was no suspicion, no barriers, only the most primal love and desire binding them tightly together.

Under his fierce onslaught, Yin Tianxue lost all reason, with only intermittent moans and whimpers spilling from her mouth.

"Tianxue... call me husband..." Yu Bo coaxed in her ear.

"Husband... husband..." Yin Tianxue obediently called his name, her voice enchanting to the bone, making Yu Bo's blood boil, fighting more fiercely with every moment.

That night, the moonlight was hazy, and the springtime scene was boundless.

Upstairs and downstairs, there were two completely different states of mind.

Downstairs, a Best Friend felt both embarrassed and relieved; upstairs, lovers who had rekindled their bond were immersed in the depths of desire.