Your call

The two of them were in a stalemate. They looked at each other, not giving in to each other.

Rong Yan knew that looking at Liancheng Yazhi's posture, he would not be able to escape tonight's torment. Now, she only hoped that it would not be like that night. Damn it, when he woke up the next day, he would be in so much pain that he would want to die.

The bedroom was filled with smoke, and none of the men outside had fixed the door.

"Brother Zhu, should we install this door or not?" someone asked the hip-hop young man.

yes, of course. But don't worry, it's definitely going to be a big one. Take your time. It's rare to hear young master ya's Affairs. This is the biggest benefit of the year.

"But why is there no sound coming from inside? is the sound insulation so good that I can't hear anything?"

that's impossible, " the hippie youngster replied without hesitation. I can hear you anyway. Just listen to me.