After speaking, the two women fell silent.
Chu Dazhuang sat in the chair, holding Zhao Lusi, and when he saw that they had stopped talking, he chuckled.
Zhao Lusi had a hint of sorrow on her face, seeming like someone who is cold on the outside but harbors a deep sadness for the springtime of youth.
Chu Dazhuang was not in a hurry. Although he liked toying with women, the root cause was something he couldn't forget.
After some thought, he took another look at the two women.
It was time.
Having decided, Chu Dazhuang also let go of the arm that was around Zhao Lusi.
Zhao Lusi was startled, and her face instantly became a bit confused.
She looked up, staring at Chu Dazhuang with disbelief in her eyes, but immediately after, her expression turned to one of pain.
"Dazhuang, don't you want me anymore?"
Chu Dazhuang paused, a mischievous smile in his heart. Zhao Lusi's submission satisfied him greatly, but on the outside, he maintained his indifference.
