"What's wrong?"
Li Huanhuan was puzzled; the movie was going well—well, one up, one down, one moving, one still, all going smoothly for both sides.
They worked together, feeling extremely joyful, neither Shen Fanyun nor herself were satisfied yet, hoping to catch their breath and have a second round.
Why did Shen Fanyun suddenly furrow his brows and start swearing?
Upon hearing Li Huanhuan's confusion, Shen Fanyun came clean, "That woman just caused a scene at a friend's place."
"That bitch hasn't been beaten enough!" Li Huanhuan commented without any politeness.
Su Ziye was the most uncultured, deserving woman Li Huanhuan had ever met. Who knew what kind of family raised such a domineering, unreasonable person!
Shen Fanyun gestured for Li Huanhuan to get off him, "I'll go handle it."
He stretched his five fingers, gave a slap on Li Huanhuan's plump, fair skin. The beauty of it was truly irresistible.
Forced by urgent circumstances, he had to resist.
