At that moment, Mama Yin was leaning against the door outside. She smiled like a loving mother as she listened to the sounds inside.
It seemed like the two of them were having a good time.
When Papa Yin passed by the corridor, he saw his wife leaning against the door in a strange posture.
"Ahem!" He coughed and motioned to her.
However, Mama Yin was so happy to hear that that she didn't notice him.
"Cough cough!" This time, Papa Yin coughed twice and even raised his voice.
Mama Yin remained unmoved, as if she hadn't heard him.
"Cough, cough, cough ..."
This time, it was a continuous cough.
Finally, Mama Yin moved. She turned her head to look at him. &Quot; your throat is uncomfortable? "
Papa Yin touched his throat. It felt a little dry.
"Don't disturb them. I'm a little thirsty. Let's go down and get something to drink."
"I'm just going to listen ..."
Before Mama Yin could finish her sentence, Papa Yin had already carried her downstairs.