"Hm..."
The chandelier pieced together with rhombus-shaped crystals exudes a classic aristocratic aura in the warm light, as the gaze of the Holy Mother on the wall watches with seeming compassion. The girl's sticky and fragmented tone is continuously fermenting.
The tilted chair, the squatting girl, her skirt spreading out like blooming lilies, emitting a rosemary scent from between her lips.
Faced with Ji Xiaoxi's sudden obedience, although she might be suspected of being drunk, Zhou Wang cherished it greatly.
Unlike the previous wild and rough plundering, this time Zhou Wang was extremely gentle, immediately giving Ji Xiaoxi a completely different feeling.
She clearly felt quite sober before, but at this moment, she realized that she might already be drunk.
The alcohol that had long lurked in her blood was stirred up by Zhou Wang, quickly spreading throughout her body, devouring her brain.
