In the hall of the villa below, Cheng Yu'er was tied up by a silver-gray metal rope. She was tied to the chair that Lin Yan had sat on previously, and her mouth was stuffed with a large ball of cotton cloth.
Opposite her were a man and a woman.
The man sat with his legs crossed. He was in his forties, and his eyes were sinister. His face drooped like an old poisonous snake, and he emitted malice like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue.
The woman was in her thirties and had a sexy and hot figure. Her round bosoms seemed to be bursting out of her leather jacket. At this moment, she was pressing her face against Cheng Yu'er's cheek. A water snake-like tongue rubbed against Cheng Yu'er's earlobe and whispered something. She licked Cheng Yu'er until her face turned red. Her body kept struggling, but she could not break free from the silver-gray rope. Instead, it made her figure even more curvaceous.