Upon hearing this, Quan Mingxuan felt as if his worldview had been shattered.
Since when did Chu Yihen lose all shame?
Leaning against the doorframe, Han Yue had no intention of arguing with him anymore.
Because, wasting time was unnecessary.
When others had adopted a stubborn 'I won't turn back until I hit the wall' attitude, he wasn't a saint to waste his time in trying to persuade them.
The three of them stood at a standstill by the door, no one saying a word.
Separated just by a door, inside, however, it was a room full of allure.
In the dimness, two figures entwined on the big bed were faintly visible.
The woman's soft moan sounded like a curse lingering in the man's ears, Jian Qing, driven by the domineering effects of the medicine, was tirelessly holding onto Quan Jingwu.
Quan Jingwu looked down at the woman beneath him, lowered his head to kiss the sweat on her forehead, his luminous eyes were filled with a twinkle of distress.
