"Oh, you're a murderer, do you want to hit my old lady to death?" The pillow hit by her was an old woman in her fifties, who glared at her and cursed.
"What did you do to me just now?" Shen Jinghua glared at her angrily. Her pants had been taken off just now, and she clearly felt a foreign object entering her body. She was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to kill someone, but her little husband, with his hands Standing aside and watching indifferently.
