Jian Shichu's gaze suddenly deepened, sliding downward to rest on the woman's chest.
Beneath the collarbone, a beautifully shaped golden pentagram was inked, as if the finest tattoo artist had meticulously engraved it there.
That was Ye Qingci's pentagram, identical to the one on Ye Qingci's chest!
Jian Shichu lifted his eyes to Jing Shun, his gaze cold and detached, "Where did this video come from?"
Jing Shun responded with a troubled frown, "A buddy sent it to me, said it was something good to pass the time. When I opened it..."
Oh my God!
How could that woman look so much like my sister-in-law?
But that man lying on the bed, his face not shown, couldn't possibly be my brother, right?
My brother worships my sister-in-law down to his bones, surely he wouldn't bear to have her kneel on the ground, grab her hair, and make her do such things.
But if that man isn't my brother, yet the woman is indeed my sister-in-law, what does that imply?
