C744 What's Worse Is What Comes after

In the darkness, Hee Xian stared at the ceiling.

The sound of male and female love lingered in his ears. It was as if the demonic sound had pierced through his brain and lingered for a long time.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, reminding himself through the sharp pain that he had to restrain himself. He had to restrain himself.

In front of Hsu Muzhou, he was like a vegetable