Song Tian's scalp tingled as he turned around, and there stood Li Yuanwu at the door, looking at them with a face full of resentful longing.
Xu Bingying let out a startled cry and hurriedly grabbed her clothes to throw them on.
Li Yuanwu said helplessly, "You two were freaking fireworks. I've been in the door for almost ten minutes, haven't missed a thing.
But cousin, you down there, not a hair in sight, real nice to look at, huh. If I weren't your brother, I'd want a go at ya!"
"Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off!"
Xu Bingying, flushed with rage, picked up a sofa cushion and hurled it at him.
Li Yuanwu dodged like a coward.
Then Xu Bingying glared at Song Tian, standing there naked with his soldier standing tall, and still wet with her own juices, and snapped, "You can fuck off too!"
"What the hell is this got to do with me!"
Song Tian reluctantly dressed and rolled out of Xu Bingying's place.
Downstairs, Song Tian ran into Li Yuanwu.