Their actions, though not overtly explicit, were intimate and natural, like a couple genuinely fallen in love, warm and romantic.
Was that man the Brother Sihao she kept mentioning? How deeply she must love him to even call out his name at the climax.
Long Yutian felt a prick of pain in his eyes, as if something had ruthlessly stung his heart. An uncomfortable sensation was rampaging through his chest, suffocating him with its heavy oppressiveness.
"Give me a cigarette!"
Long Yutian's voice carried a trace of despair.
Monica looked worriedly at her master, seeing the rolling fury and thick murderous intent in his slightly reddened eyes.
"Master, don't act rashly! The guards are all armed with live ammunition," Monica cautioned.
"Quit your useless blabbering and just give me a cigarette!" Long Yutian chided irritably.
"Master, you've already smoked five cigarettes..."
