Even if it's just a misunderstanding, He Feng and Li Changhe were not wrong in what they said.
Li Changhe's pale and haggard face is indeed connected to Yun Ting. Plus, the wound on his back... Yun Ting was the one who caused it.
So, on this dark night.
The ink jade was hung on the clothesline on the balcony, presumably, it could dry by the next spring.
"You deceived me!" Yun Ting grinded her teeth, her voice emanating from the ink jade.
At that time, she should have used the power of the heroic spirit to help them up and beat them up. Even they wouldn't dare retaliate!
In the nearby bedroom, there was an ambiguous sound emerging.
"Yes, that's the spot."
"Sigh..."
"Wait...not there."
"Gently...too hard. It hurts!"
Then, a girl whispered, "Don't move around, I've lost my aim."
???
Wait a minute! What did she mean by 'lost my aim'?
