"...Do you think I look like a king?" Zhong Yu said in pain.

Ye Wenyu sighed: "Oh, who told you not to be successful?"

Zhong Yu: “…”

The banquet will be held until early morning.

Zhong Yu went to his bedroom and closed the door.

Maintaining his conceited intercourse state has made his essence tense to the limit, and it has been too long for twelve hours.

His underwear was soaked with sweat and pressed against his back. He felt every muscle in his body clamoring for fatigue and confusion.

At the banquet, every face, every movement, gesture, and word were twisted and rolling in his empty mind, unable to land in the correct logical area.

But it cannot be known.

It cannot be known.

It doesn't matter, you can recover after rest.

After a long time, Zhong Yu recited silently several times, and finally stood up straight and walked towards the bed.

However, as soon as he took a step, the door behind him was knocked, and three ticks were ticks, like a call from prison.
Chapter completed!