At this moment, Jiang Xingye finally understood what was happening!
This was enough to overturn his nineteen years of understanding.
He had thought that the events of his twelfth year were the most outrageous he had ever experienced, the darkest side of human nature he had ever felt. It was only now that he realized how naïve his perception was.
Jiang Xingye raised his hand and chopped at the back of He Jinfeng's neck, and she slumped to the ground.
At the door, that man was still standing.
Xu Qinghuan hooked Jiang Xingye's neck and moved her red lips closer.
Jiang Xingye was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure and took the lead, launching an attack.
The two kissed passionately and intimately, occasionally emitting some ambiguous sounds. The man outside the door heard this and gave a satisfied smile before leaving.
