Zhou Yunmeng's pleas for mercy could be heard faintly from an old rental house. After a long time, it finally subsided.
Liao Hu leaned against the head of the bed and lit a cigarette. "The village girl back then became a noble lady. Your skin is really good. It tastes even better…"
"Brother Hu, can I leave now?" Zhou Yunmeng endured the discomfort in her body and wanted to get up and put on her clothes.
"Were you comfortable being served by me? From the looks of it, Han Guosheng probably won't be able to satisfy you, right?" Liao Hu reached out and pulled her over again. "So baby, you have to show some kindness, right?"
"Don't go overboard." Zhou Yunmeng patted him on the shoulder.
"Overboard?" Liao Hu smiled. "Have I gone overboard in jail for the past three years? Was it overboard for Cui Na to die?"
Zhou Yunmeng's face turned pale.
