Zhang Jian, who had just entered, stared at Jiang Man lying on the bed with fixated eyes.
"Stinking woman, you've finally fallen into my hands."
He threw his backpack onto the ground, unzipped it, and began pulling out various items non-stop.
Candles, a small whip, handcuffs, special clothing, lubricant…
Zhang Xiaoshan, hiding behind the curtains, watched with eyes wide open.
Indeed, city folks sure knew how to play.
Among these was a cellphone stand, which Zhang Jian set up and then placed a phone into it, turning on the camera and aiming it at Jiang Man lying on the Simmons mattress.
"Seems like big plans for filming, huh."
At that moment, Zhang Xiaoshan hadn't yet decided how to handle the situation and didn't rush to reveal himself, instead, he simply observed everything from behind the curtains in silence.
Once the preparations were complete, Zhang Jian poured a bottle of water onto Jiang Man's face, who was tied up and unconscious.
"Cough cough cough…"
