Didn't close the door!?
Tang Song!
She swallowed, unconsciously walking towards the master bedroom.
Bright light seeped through the half-open door into the hallway.
Lin Muxue hesitated for a moment before quietly moving over.
Soon, a shocking scene came into her view.
The muscular Tang Song, the bent beautician, the groove formed by the black stockings, the piercing screams, the flying hair...
Lin Muxue collapsed against the door frame, trembling fearfully.
It was also her first time hearing the beautician's trash talk, far bolder than she had imagined.
She still needed to maintain her elite persona, while Qianqian had no such burdens.
Due to excitement, all sorts of vulgar words slipped out.
After a while, the shouting grew hoarse, filled with painful sobs.
The golden canary let out wails, pleas for mercy, and cries for help.
Vaguely, she also heard her own name.
Lin Muxue took a deep breath, her watery eyes fixed unblinkingly on the bedroom.
