Lu Tianming laughed bitterly in extreme anger, "Ha ha, I'm trash, then what are you? Neither of us is cleaner than the other."
"Do you have anything else to say?" Zuo Xingyun stared at him with contempt.
Lu Tianming clenched and then released his back molars, tearing off his facade of a gentleman: "I didn't expect that Xun Lu had been with you for so long without you touching her, she's still a chick, the taste, truly indescribable... Oh... I almost forgot, you were in jail for eight years, went in when you were just twenty, probably never had the chance to do anything, right?"
Zuo Xingyun's expression turned dark and grim for a moment, and the cigarette between his fingers was pinched out of shape.
Seeing his reaction, Lu Tianming acted as if he had finally won a game: "Hahaha... You really want to punch me now, don't you? Come on, throw a punch; if I dodge, then I'm your grandson."
