Li Da dragged Zhou Xueqin into a private room.
Seeing the group of men behind him craning their necks to look curiously, Li Da felt a surge of confidence.
"Bang!"
He casually closed the door to the room, and the noisy sounds outside instantly disappeared. The room's lighting was dim, with only a row of dim yellow lamps glowing in the corner.
Zhou Xueqin was puzzled. She frowned at Li Da and asked, "What do you have to say that has to be said right now?"
Li Da's gaunt face had a wicked smile. He moved closer to Zhou Xueqin without saying a word, deftly unbuttoning his pants, pulling out his limp organ, and beginning to move it up and down.
"What are you doing?"
Seeing Li Da's actions, Zhou Xueqin's face was full of disgust.
She glanced down at his limp little worm, feeling nauseated. Li Da looked hungry, staring at Zhou Xueqin's charming face and her perky breasts, hastily saying, "Have you fallen for someone else?"
