The staff knew Ji Sui was a retired soldier familiar with firearms, so even the security guards who were supposed to watch them were goofing off somewhere else, leaving only Zhao Yu and Ji Sui in the entire shooting room.
The hotel room’s soundproofing was top-notch, as soon as the door closed, all sounds from the outside were blocked.
In the quiet room, a man’s panting, a woman’s unrestrained moans, conspicuous sounds of water, and the sound of flesh fiercely slapping against flesh came together to create a most decadent symphony.
Xu Chengyan’s younger sister marred early and already had a five-year-old daughter.
As the youngest child in the family, his niece was treated as a real little princess, doted on in all aspects. The whole Xu family from the seventy-year-old grandma to the thirteen-year-old youngster all put the little princess first.
The second day of the Lunar New Year was the day to give offerings to the deceased ancestors at their graves. It was also the first time Zhao Yu had been to the cemetery in more than three years.
She, her godfather, and her godmother had arrived very early, but new fruits and flowers had already been placed in front of the two tombstones next to each other.