Chapter 681 - 719: This Can’t Be Real, Right?
After a bout of passion, He Fangqing was entirely limp and leaning against Li Yifei’s chest. They were still in the same position they enjoyed moments ago: Li Yifei sitting on the couch with He Fangqing turned with her back facing him, sitting on his lap, their intimate parts still connected.
Li Yifei planted a gentle kiss on He Fangqing’s earlobe and said with a smile, "I say, Fangqing, didn’t someone mention earlier they were afraid Yingying would be angry? How could you still be so wild?"
He Fangqing didn’t even want to open her eyes; the pleasure from earlier had drained all her strength, and the satisfaction and joy made her indifferent to Li Yifei’s teasing. She said lazily, "You were the one who offered yourself, so I’m not to blame."
Li Yifei chuckled and said, "Well, you’re certainly quick to wash your hands of it."
Despite her closed eyes, He Fangqing said earnestly, "That’s a must. You can’t steal your best friend’s husband. You forced me into this, so it has nothing to do with me. I would never steal my best friend’s husband."
Li Yifei couldn’t help but grin. He Fangqing was deceiving herself, but since she wanted to think that way, Li Yifei didn’t want to burst her bubble. He just held her quietly.
Unfortunately, at that moment, He Fangqing’s phone began to ring, startling her. The phone was on the coffee table, and Li Yifei easily reached out to grab it and handed it to He Fangqing without looking at the screen.
He Fangqing, seeing the number, quickly twisted around and whispered to Li Yifei in a tense voice, "Don’t make a sound, it’s Yingying calling."
Normally, Li Yifei should have felt guilty receiving a call from his wife, but instead he felt quite at ease, even lighting a cigarette while his other arm continued to encircle He Fangqing’s waist.
He Fangqing didn’t get up either, answered the phone, and said, "Yingying, it’s so late, what’s the matter?"