Sterling Bian knew that Brody Wan had paid, so he took him out of the hotel, dragged him to the roadside, and took three taxis. Only then did a driver let them get in after Brody Wan promised to throw him out of the car if he wanted to vomit. After driving to the downstairs of Brody Wan's house, Brody Wan carried him upstairs, entered the house, talked to Brody Wan's mother, then took him into the house and threw him on the bed...
He knew all this clearly, but even if he asked for unfavorable words, he could not stand no matter what, and his feet would slip as soon as they touched the ground.
"Brother Nan," Brody Wan wiped his face with a hot towel, "Do you want to vomit? I'll get you a basin. If you want to vomit on my bed, I'll whip you."
"Changxing... I've fooled you." Sterling Bian muttered something unclearly, frowning.
"Do you want to call Felix Qiu?" Brody Wan asked again, pulling him to sit up and tearing off his clothes.
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