The wine tastes pretty good, with a sweet strawberry flavor, and it's like eating the best strawberry ice cream in the world.
Tang Yuchen was indeed right, the wine tasted very good.
An Ruo felt relieved and drank several bottles of wine one after another.
She was only concentrating on drinking and didn't notice that the people in the box stopped talking and were all staring at her. Everyone had different expressions, as if something was about to happen.
Tang Yuchen sat casually, staring at An Ruo with a smile, his deep eyes shining with evil light.
In five minutes, An Ruo drank all the wine.
She turned her head to look at Tang Yuchen: "I have fulfilled your request, don't forget your promise."
The man didn't speak, his thin lips were raised, and his appearance was handsome and graceful. It was like the temptation of Satan, which made people unable to resist and kept falling.
An Ruo shook her head. It was really strange. How could she find that Tang Yuchen was very good-looking?
Suddenly, she felt very hot. The temperature in the box was moderate, but she felt unbearably hot, as if she was about to die.
An Ruo pulled up her collar and slid two buttons of her shirt open, revealing her large white collarbone.
It must have been due to drinking. An Ruo tried not to lose her composure too much, stood up unsteadily, and did not forget to say to Tang Yuchen again and again: "Don't forget your promise."
Someone suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the man exerted force, and Anruo immediately fell into his arms.
The unique masculine scent of men hit her nostrils. An Ruo couldn't help but take a deep breath, and she felt a sense of comfort.
Tang Yuchen's handsome appearance was close at hand. He was almost close to her lips, and gently opened his lips and said: "Do you know why it is called the Eighteenth Level of Hell? Because the more beautiful things are, the more they will lead people to sink... sink.
The consequences are suffering that is worse than life, and this is the origin of the eighteen levels of hell."
An Ruo stared at him blankly, her mind went blank, and trembling fear arose in her heart.
The box was very quiet, the others had left long after she finished drinking, and now they were the only two left.
Tang Yuchen smiled, hugged her waist tightly, and continued to ask with a smile: "Do you feel uncomfortable with the heat all over your body now? Are you longing for something? An Ruo, every second that passes, your longing will deepen until
Your whole body is swollen with desire, until you do something that even you can't imagine... Don't be afraid, this is not death, it's not that scary. Besides, I'm not here. I will satisfy your request and make you happy.
You feel comfortable..."
An Ruo's face could not be any whiter.
What Tang Yuchen said was not very straightforward, but she understood what he meant.
The Eighteen Levels of Hell, to put it bluntly, is a powerful charm drug.
He actually... gave her something like this...
An Ruo was panicking inside. She bit her lip tightly, like a dying beast, and kept trying to pull away his hand and escape from this place.
She would never allow that to happen to herself.
Just thinking about it made her feel like she was about to collapse.
"Let me go...let me go..." An Ruo whined and struggled, stubbornly refusing to shed tears.
Tang Yuchen's arms were like iron pliers, no matter how hard she tried, they would not move.
The woman struggled and rubbed against him, her soft body in his arms. This was a kind of painful torture.
"Please... let me go..." An Ruo's cheeks were flushed, and she was begging for mercy, just like a cat. The wine tasted pretty good, with a sweet strawberry taste, as if she had eaten this
The best strawberry ice cream in the world.
Tang Yuchen was indeed right, the wine tasted very good.
An Ruo felt relieved and drank several bottles of wine one after another.
She was only concentrating on drinking and didn't notice that the people in the box stopped talking and were all staring at her. Everyone had different expressions, as if something was about to happen.
Tang Yuchen sat casually, staring at An Ruo with a smile, his deep eyes shining with evil light.
In five minutes, An Ruo drank all the wine.
She turned her head to look at Tang Yuchen: "I have fulfilled your request, don't forget your promise."
The man didn't speak, his thin lips were raised, and his appearance was handsome and graceful. It was like the temptation of Satan, which made people unable to resist and kept falling.
An Ruo shook her head. It was really strange. How could she find that Tang Yuchen was very good-looking?
Suddenly, she felt very hot. The temperature in the box was moderate, but she felt unbearably hot, as if she was about to die.
An Ruo pulled up her collar and slid two buttons of her shirt open, revealing her large white collarbone.
It must have been due to drinking. An Ruo tried not to lose her composure too much, stood up unsteadily, and did not forget to say to Tang Yuchen again and again: "Don't forget your promise."
Someone suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the man exerted force, and Anruo immediately fell into his arms.
The unique masculine scent of men hit her nostrils. An Ruo couldn't help but take a deep breath, and she felt a sense of comfort.
Tang Yuchen's handsome appearance was close at hand. He was almost close to her lips, and gently opened his lips and said: "Do you know why it is called the Eighteenth Level of Hell? Because the more beautiful things are, the more they will lead people to sink... sink.
The consequences are suffering that is worse than life, and this is the origin of the eighteen levels of hell."
An Ruo stared at him blankly, her mind went blank, and trembling fear arose in her heart.
The box was very quiet, the others had left long after she finished drinking, and now they were the only two left.
Tang Yuchen smiled, hugged her waist tightly, and continued to ask with a smile: "Do you feel uncomfortable with the heat all over your body now? Are you longing for something? An Ruo, every second that passes, your longing will deepen until
Your whole body is swollen with desire, until you do something that even you can't imagine... Don't be afraid, this is not death, it's not that scary. Besides, I'm not here. I will satisfy your request and make you happy.
You feel comfortable..."
An Ruo's face could not be any whiter.
What Tang Yuchen said was not very straightforward, but she understood what he meant.
The Eighteen Levels of Hell, to put it bluntly, is a powerful charm drug.
He actually... gave her something like this...
An Ruo was panicking inside. She bit her lip tightly, like a dying beast, and kept trying to pull away his hand and escape from this place.
She would never allow that to happen to herself.
Just thinking about it made her feel like she was about to collapse.
"Let me go...let me go..." An Ruo whined and struggled, stubbornly refusing to shed tears.
Tang Yuchen's arms were like iron pliers, no matter how hard she tried, they would not move.
The woman struggled and rubbed against him, her soft body in his arms. This was a kind of painful torture.
"Please... let me go..." An Ruo's cheeks were flushed, and her begging for mercy was as alluring as a cat.
