Mu Yuan took another swig of wine and sighed heavily.
"You want to leave here?"
Ling Yan suddenly spoke, as if resurrecting from the dead. Mu Yuan slid off the bed and onto the ground.
Burp...
Mu Yuan burped in shock.
His foxy eyes widened. "How come you weren't drugged?"
"I was drugged, but I'm awake now. Maybe you touched me."
Ling Yan spoke such shameless and vulgar words without batting an eyelid. Mu Yuan's cheeks flushed slightly. He quickly stood up from the ground, keeping a wary distance from Ling Yan.
Ling Yan sat up from the bed and asked, as if chatting casually, with a very relaxed expression, "How many melon beads do you need to leave here?"
Mu Yuan frowned slightly. This strange young man was truly strange. He didn't act as anxious as the other guests who came to have fun. He gave him plenty of respect and space.
However, even so, Mu Yuan still felt that he was dangerous, even more dangerous than the guests who were more straightforward.
