"Giggle!"
Upon hearing the noise Zhao Xin made in the bathroom, the red-haired woman giggled twice, then thought to herself, "I haven't even said anything yet. Can the girl in the stall really not handle it? To scream so loudly?"
"What's the act for, you trashy thing!"
Regardless, Zhao Xin's voice involuntarily grew louder, much to the delight of the red-haired woman. She glanced at the older man in her grasp, thoroughly enjoying himself, and thought that the man was probably going to have a great time today.
With a gleam in her eye, the red-haired woman continued to bewitch Zhao Xin in the stall: "Why hold back your feelings, young lady? Society is so free now... If you feel like screaming, just let it out!"
"Besides, the old man wants to hear it too. What's the harm in letting him listen?"
After saying this, the red-haired woman asked the older man, "Do you want to hear what the young girl sounds like when she's not holding back?"