Several burly men quickly stripped Qin Runyang naked, revealing the delicate and pale flesh that spoke of a pampered life.
Then, they got down to business on the mat laid out on the floor.
Qin Runyang had no strength to resist, and under the control of the drugs, he didn't want to resist—he only wanted to vent.
So, he quickly began to cooperate…
Even the photographer couldn't help but exclaim, "I didn't expect him to be such promising material!"
"Absolutely, if he really got into this business, he would definitely be a hit. Maybe we should talk him into it afterwards? If he becomes a Heavenly King, we can say we discovered the Heavenly King's preferred photographer."
Madame Qin was still tied to the chair, and even though she was only looking from a distance at a mass of white flesh, she couldn't distinguish which one was Qin Runyang, nor could she make out his voice from the pile of filthy language and panting sounds.
