Tun Yun was in a state of utter embarrassment, suddenly caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events and the unfamiliar yet dangerous boy in front of him; his brain was still crashing.
The beautiful woman on the bed watched as Tun Yun was bound by the void, knowing only that the boy was not normal, which turned her pale with fright.
Wei Tianyang saw Tun Yun in such a state, his robe hastily thrown on. Now, as the guerrillas held him down, his disgusting physique was mostly exposed. Even more unbearable to witness was the abrupt bulge at his lower half and the humid, salty, and foul smell that permeated the air—suggesting he had been in the midst of a passionate encounter just moments ago.
"Hey! Where is Ruan Yu?" Wei Tianyang squatted down, staring at Tun Yun.
"I... I don't know." Tun Yun's response was almost instinctive.