Gradually, the night enveloped LA City, and Guo Jiarui slowly returned to the apartment, holding a well-figured, innocent-looking woman.
At this moment, Guo Jiarui's hands were constantly exploring the woman's body, a fire burning below. He slowly undid his belt and said, "Come on, baby, take care of your brother tonight, and I won't treat you badly!"
Despite her innocent appearance, the woman seemed well-versed in this routine, clearly dressed as a typical "green tea" girl. She flicked her black hair and slowly knelt on the ground, opening her YSL lipstick-stained mouth, continuing skillfully.
Guo Jiarui exhaled a breath in surprise, appearing rather satisfied, but at that moment, a cold gleam flashed before his eyes, sending a chill up his spine, making his hair stand on end with indescribable fear!
"Who—who's there!?"
Guo Jiarui's voice changed in fright as he spoke, filled with dread.
