Liu Jiawei reached out and grabbed her dainty fist, his fingers brazenly rubbing across the back of her hand, a wicked grin on his face. "So smooth, tsk tsk tsk, this skin's tight, real springy."
"Weren't you acting all tough just now? Keep going, show me what you got."
Zhang Jun urged him on, sounding horny as hell: "Young Master Liu, hurry up, man. The brothers have been holding it in all night, we're about to explode here."
"Mm, to the bedroom."
Liu Jiawei and Zhang Jun supported the half-unconscious Cui Xue and walked toward the bedroom.
Even though Cui Xue hadn't completely passed out yet, she was burning with anxiety inside, but her whole body was limp and powerless, so she could only let these shameless bastards do whatever they wanted.
As soon as the three of them walked into the room, they froze.
Because they saw that by the bed in the bedroom, there was a young man sitting there, looking completely relaxed, a faint smile hanging on his face.
