Puff!
Smack!
Ping pong... Clang!
In the spacious and empty house, various chaotic sounds echoed from time to time.
They were sometimes the muffled sound of the sofa sinking, sometimes the friction of the carpet being dragged, the crisp sound of the stair handrail being struck, and spiraling all the way to the second floor, they could hear the vase topple and the door being slammed open with a wail.
... Zhou Wang had no idea how he ended up fighting with Jiang Qingkui.
This woman had an unexpectedly strong force; when Zhou Wang flipped up and pinned her beneath him in the living room on the first floor, she began to fiercely resist.
Initially, Zhou Wang had a definite advantage; after all, Jiang Qingkui was "scantily clad," with far too many weaknesses. Zhou Wang just needed to make a casual move, and she could only helplessly arch her feet, tilt her neck, and let Zhou Wang have his way in trembling blush.
