He had never imagined that Ye Xuan would be so arrogant, so utterly unscrupulous! That he would dare make such an intimate gesture right in front of him!
This was not merely humiliation—it was a trampling of his dignity!
"Ye Xuan... you..." Tang San pointed at Ye Xuan, his voice hoarse like a broken gong. His entire body shook violently, yet he could no longer utter a complete sentence.
Seeing him cough up blood, the amusement in Ye Xuan's eyes deepened. He pulled Xiao Wu closer and silently mouthed two words at Tang San. Though no sound came out, Tang San understood.
They were: "Trash."
After that, Ye Xuan no longer paid Tang San any attention. With his arm around Xiao Wu, he turned and walked into the couples' hotel, leaving Tang San standing there alone as if all his strength had been drained away.
Inside the hotel room, an ambiguous atmosphere quickly spread.
Ye Xuan gently placed Xiao Wu on the soft bed and leaned over to look at her flushed cheeks, his eyes filled with affection.
"Brother Ye Xuan..." Xiao Wu panted softly, gazing at Ye Xuan with unfocused eyes as she took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck.
Ye Xuan lowered his head and kissed her soft lips, their movements tender as they intertwined.
Xiao Wu responded passionately, her body trembling slightly as her cheeks grew redder and redder.
Outside the hotel, Tang San collapsed onto the cold ground, staring at the tightly shut hotel doors as blood continuously seeped from the corner of his mouth.
His gaze was hollow and crazed, while the hatred in his heart grew wildly like weeds.
"Ye Xuan... Xiao Wu..." he muttered, his voice filled with endless madness.
"I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!"
He struggled to