Chu Mufeng: "..."
Are you planning to do something to me?
Chu Mufeng stretched out his hands across his chest, hugging himself tightly, "I sell skills, not my body."
Ya Shichu lit up a cigarette, a thin smoke ring gently exhaled from his alluring lips, his lips curled into a slightly wicked smile as he glanced at Chu Mufeng, chuckling, "Let's go."
The other groomsmen had already gone upstairs, leaving just the two of them still here.
Upstairs, Jiang Xing'er was guarding the third checkpoint at the room's entrance, which had already been solved before Chu Mufeng and Ya Shichu arrived.
