In the drawing room of the Sterr Family estate, Ai Lu and Ruth's cheeks were hot, and their hearts raced as if a deer were crashing through their chests. They passed the cellphone to Ye Ling as if it were a hot potato.
Ye Ling was dumbfounded, "Is such a big reaction necessary? Don't they say you Westerners are bold and open? How can a video cause this much distress?"
"Ruth, you weren't like this last night."
Ruth shook her head vigorously, "No, it was just too disgusting. Look at her flabby white flesh; she looks like a pig, and yet she can moan so intensely."
"Ugh, I can't take it. I'm going to vomit. Oh my goodness, Florosa is also so unrestrained. That poor pretty boy, he really has it rough."
Ye Ling nodded, apparently Ruth's aesthetic judgment wasn't bad at all; it was quite refined.
"What about you? You're not grossed out too, are you? Disgust doesn't usually cause blushing cheeks. Come on, tell me what's going on, my precious Queen."
