Night descended upon the South Suburb of Yang City. In the large estate the Zhou Family had temporarily rented, Zhou Xiaolong, dressed in black pajamas, was crouched furtively behind a flowerbed. He peered at Yao Rao, who was meditating under a tree not far away, his lecherous eyes practically glowing in the dark.
Damn it, I've never seen such a stunning woman in my entire life!
That face, that figure, and that aura… If I could get a beauty like that into bed, it'd be worth dying for!
I wonder what she looks like under those clothes… I bet every inch of her smells amazing.
Damn, just thinking about it is a thrill!
However, the thought that he was now a cripple filled his heart with desolation and hatred. He wished he could chop Sun Zhe to pieces and feed him to the dogs.
SMACK!
As he was lost in his musings, a hand suddenly slapped the top of his head.
Clutching his head, he spun around, startled to find it was Han Xinyue.
"Mom, what are you doing here?"
