This is a live battle scene.
And there are three people lying on the bed right now.
This sight is somewhat provocative to the eyes.
Sheng Youxia was so embarrassed that she was enraged. If she could turn over, she wanted to knock Fu Shilv out cold with a club.
His hands began to tear at her coat, the sounds from his mouth particularly intense—without using eyes, just listening would be enough to know what he was doing.
Liang Nianwei felt as if her heart had turned to ash, but she still reached out her hand.
She touched Fu Shilv's arm, "Can someone tell me what exactly is going on? Where am I..."
Fu Shilv was no longer in his right mind.
Reason could not contain desire, especially since the person in his arms was Sheng Youxia, leading to a loss of control.
He flung his arm and shouted, "Get out!"
Fu Shilv hadn't held back his strength, and Liang Nianwei was actually thrown off the bed, rolling onto the floor with a thump.
"Ah—"
Even then, Fu Shilv did not stop.