On the bed lay a woman with long disheveled hair, naked and not covered a single thread!
Bo Tingshen had just entered the room when Ye Xian covered his eyes. Before he had a chance to ask what was wrong, Ye Xian stammered in astonishment, "Werewolf, did you walk into the wrong den?!"
The youth's voice, filled with surprise, reached the ears of the woman on the bed, who was barely clothed and slightly drunk. She instantly sobered up, lifted her head, and upon seeing them, her body shook as she let out a sharp scream.
Upon hearing the woman's voice, Bo Tingshen's handsome face instantly turned cold, and his sharply defined jaw clenched into a line.
It was the same trick that had been played countless times before.
Seeing Ye Xian, Luo Yuwei grabbed the blanket beside her in fright and covered her body firmly with it.
Why was he here? Hadn't he fallen into the wine cellar?
Why had President Bo carried him and even brought him into this room?
They, they...
