One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

He was glad that he was drugged. If not, he would definitely not have the will to do it with this old man.

The pathetic thing was that, even though he was drugged, his p*nis went limp the instant he touched this old man.

The corners of Min Yu's lips twitched; he was about to burst out laughing.

These people would surely suffer from a great trauma!

As if a pig was being slaughtered, Li Dongliang grunted loudly when the producer finally managed to get it on with him.

Mu Yazhe coolly opened his eyes and watched this ridiculous scene before him.

On the other side, his assistant was clutching his stomach as he choked from his effort of stifling his laughter.

In groups, the rest of the people started their game.

From time to time, Li Dongliang and Sun Hua's painful and hysterical shrieks would resonate across the room; the former was louder in particular. The wound on his waist, which had just been stitched up and was not completely recovered, tore open in the middle of his vigorous movements.

As he was wearing a white shirt tonight, it was immediately stained with blood.

"Ow… ow…

"It hurts! D*mn… ow…

"M-Master Mu…. please let me off! Stop this…

"Ah… ah—f*ck!"

The screams in the room came and went, which made the scene seem even more spectacular.

The assistant practically wanted to pound the floor.

This image was really exciting.

Gosh. There was actually such a way to play.

Not mentioning the poor Li Dongliang's torn wound, the two continually had p*nises sticking up their an*ses.

This feeling could only be implied and not stated clearly.

The old man even harbored the thought of death.

Min Yu secretly thought to himself, This feeling must be an exciting, one-of-a-kind experience.

Anyway, only these two will understand this feeling.

Apparently satisfied or bored with the situation, Mu Yazhe got up to leave.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the old man anxiously begged in a hoarse voice, "Master Mu, please let me off! I c-can't… do this anymore! I'll die if this play continues in this manner…"

"Then, go die." indifferently retorted the man before walking toward the door.

Out of anxiety and desperation, Li Dongliang no longer cared about anything else and scolded, "Mu Yazhe… this is too cruel of you! Do you have to mess around with me in this manner for a woman?! Is it worth it?!

The man's footsteps faltered. Turning around, he shot the old man a cold glance.

"Must you make a fool of me for the sake of a woman?! Is this not enough?! If this is a punishment, then it should end now! I-I really can't stand it. Can you…"

With eyes narrowed from rage, the man recalled the disheveled state of his woman that day; she was in shock and looked especially ghastly with her red and swollen face, dirtied by several red marks and cuts. Her eyes were brimming with sorrowful tears, too.

There were signs of abuse all over her body; her clothes were torn, and on her shoulders were strands of hair that had been ripped off, yet this old man actually said that it was not worth it for a woman?!

Clenching his fists in his fury, he stormed to the dangling man, fisted his clothes, and cursed softly as he gave him a punch!

Li Dongliang moaned in pain, and with a crack , his jaw got dislocated.

Feeling acute pain, he finally realized how chilling the gaze of the handsome man before him was!