Tian Xue had never felt so exhilarated.
She had dated two boyfriends during her college years and had already developed a taste for such pleasures.
Yang Yongqiang and He Yong, one in his forties and the other in his thirties, although older, were vigorous under the influence of drugs, reclaiming the vitality of their youth.
Wild moans echoed incessantly in the room, accompanied by the sounds of bodies colliding.
At times, Tian Xue's consciousness blurred, and at other times, it cleared.
In her confusion, she felt immense happiness.
In her clarity, she experienced great pain.
At this moment, Yang Yongqiang and his companion were immersed in this joy, unable to extricate themselves.
Suddenly.
They heard footsteps.
Turning their heads, they saw a young policeman holding up his phone, filming them.
Both were stunned, and before they could react, several more policemen entered in succession.
Wu Yun just glanced at them and then blushed and stepped back out.
