Old Han couldn't help feeling stifled at the thought of his wife being pressed beneath someone else.
What made it even worse was that it was all happening so brazenly in his own home. Old Han was already furious, and now the stench of feces was making him feel even worse.
Unable to hold back, he threw up.
The two people inside the room were, of course, oblivious to the scheming of those outside. They went at it for a good two or three hours before they stopped, tossing everything on the bed onto the floor.
Wang Daniu looked at Wang Qin lying to the side and felt an inexplicable wave of annoyance wash over him, especially as he watched her carelessly put on her panties while squatting on the bed.
From his angle, she did indeed bear a resemblance to Han Lei.
Suddenly, Wang Daniu thought of Han Lei beneath him in pleasure, and that image began to merge with that of Wang Qin.
Wang Daniu, growing impatient, raised his hand and slapped Wang Qin's face twice.
