Yao Siyuan trembled, "Brother-in-law, you can't do this..."
Qian Zheng slapped Yao Siyuan across the face and flipped him over.
"Obviously a wh|re, what are you pretending to be pure for..."
It seems the more insulting the words, the more excited Qian Zheng becomes.
He just likes the feeling of ravaging and trampling the other person. It makes him feel like his entire body is boiling with blood.
...
Shadows flicker inside the room as, amidst Yao Siyuan's suppressed cries of pain, Qian Zheng holds him down, moving on top of him.
Normally, Qian Zheng appeared to be a somewhat refined man, but at this moment... his eyes were bloodshot, nostrils flaring, his senses heightened by both physical pleasure and the thrill of impending wealth, making his expression terrifyingly distorted.
Qian Zheng hadn't finished yet, but in the final moments, he was close to madness, losing all sense, failing to notice a few shadows suddenly dropping down outside the window, stopping just outside.
