The sounds from the private room each wave of noise surpassing the previous. It was as if Kelly's performance was top-notch, stirring excitement even in Yuan Ming Lang and the others outside.
After a while, the room quieted down.
The group entered the room, where remnants of their intimate acts lingered. Kelly, her face flushed, sat tidying herself up, dabbing the corners of her mouth with a tissue.
Zheng Yang, looking satisfied, reclined on the sofa, his eyes slightly squinted, "Don't worry too much. Just wait and see; that Su Han is bound to meet a grisly end!"
"I know, boss, but I can't swallow this anger!" Yuan Ming Lang gritted his teeth, "I want to kill him myself!"
Zheng Yang smirked coldly, glancing at Kelly with a hint of disdain.
He's always been this way. Once he's had his fun with a woman, he loses interest.
