Zhao Li was dominated by lust, letting the woman tie his hands to the bedhead and blindfold him, stripping him naked.
His slightly plump body spread out to the sides, his belly flesh drooping; combined with the leg hair growing back, the scene was far from beautiful.
Cha Mi, seeing everything in place, took the opportunity to gently draw the curtains and open the window.
Su Mo had no interest in studying human anatomy; instead, she winked at Lu Chen, who was also climbing through the window.
'Your turn.'
Receiving her signal, the man deftly climbed in through the window, his footsteps landing heavily on the floor. Cha Mi also shouted on cue, 'Help! Who are you? Somebody help!'
Her feigned cries of despair startled Zhao Li, tied up to the bedhead. But before he could even react for a few seconds, what was originally standing erect and hot suddenly felt ice cold.
By the time it was neatly severed, he hadn't even noticed the pain.
