Everyone's eyes were red-rimmed, and there was an endless amount of conversation.
Yun Longxiang clicked his tongue and said, "Brother Yang really is blessed with beauty, having so many close female friends!"
Zhao Hetu teased, "Only a man as commanding as Brother Yang could earn the admiration of so many beautiful companions!"
"Brother Zhao, you seem quite envious!"
Luo Xingchu laughed heartily, "But, you should save your envy; can't you see Brother Yang's only taking hits passively and doesn't dare fight back!"
Wu Qiansheng laughed loudly, "Brother Yang is experiencing agony and bliss at the same time!"
"Hahaha..."
A group of carefree men laughed uproariously.
Tantai Puti snorted softly, "Men are all the same, always wanting to embrace from both sides!
Especially Yang Luo, the scoundrel, who feels no shame and even takes pride in it!"
Xia Ziyang giggled, "Sister Puti, don't you like Brother Yang too? Isn't it a bit harsh to talk about Brother Yang like that?"
