Xia Ling could no longer recognize the man in front of her, she could only continue murmuring incoherently, "It's so hot… Mm… So hot…"
Goddamn this woman and that voice of hers. Zhou Zhou just wanted to tear Xia Ling's clothes apart.
But suddenly, the room door was kicked open from the outside and a gust of cold wind rushed into the room.
"Who the f*ck is it?!"
When Zhou Zhou was disrupted in the middle of the act, he was enraged. This was his turf, how dare anyone try to do anything funny in his territory? Especially now!
Zhou Zhou turned around angrily, only to see a few men in black storm into the room. They lined up and an imposing figure strode in.
It was Xuan Ying.
"W-Who are you?" Zhou Zhou stammered.
