C183 return to Kunming

"You ? What do you want? " Right now, Zhou Guodong's mouth was filled with air, his speech was not clear, and his mouth was filled with Shanxi dialect, which I could not hear clearly, what am I doing? Didn't I already tell him? Unbuckling his trousers from his belt, he pressed the butt of his cigarette against the top of his little turtle's head. Zhou Guodong screamed in pain. With my other hand