The man was beaten within an inch of his life by Jiang Xiaoyan.
The others, afraid Jiang Xiaoyan had actually beaten the man to death, quickly pulled her aside.
"Huff huff huff~"
Jiang Xiaoyan was gasping for air continuously.
It took her a good while to recover.
She opened the man's backpack, spilling its contents out.
Hmm, it was filled with various props.
An Nuonuo turned away with a flushed face, too embarrassed to look.
These were all props she had seen before.
To be precise, during a certain exchange she had with Jiang Xu.
Jiang Xu had introduced these in pursuit of a bit of fun.
Liu Ruyan and Tian'er also turned their heads away.
These things were a bit awkward to look at.
Chu Youwei blinked, somewhat curious.
But seeing the expressions of the others, even if she hadn't seen them before, she could pretty much guess what they were.
So she kept quiet.
"Yo, quite a variety here," Jiang Xiaoyan squatted down, picking up a ***.
