However, this kind of leisurely look in Jing Haohao's eyes is more like Ling Chi.
Mr. Suzuki finally stood in front of the sofa, looked down at the scenery for a while, then slowly leaned over, put out the cigar in his hand directly in the ashtray, and slowly twisted it twice. His movements seemed
It's like an extended slow motion in a movie.
When Mr. Suzuki took his finger off the ashtray, he picked up the glass of drugged wine, walked slowly to Jing Haohao's side, and slowly got down.
Jing Haohao subconsciously sank into the sofa. The calmness and calmness she had maintained were slightly broken at this time. Her heartbeat was beating very fast, as if it might jump out of her heart at any time. Her whole body was full of energy.
fear.
Seeing Mr. Suzuki's face getting closer and closer to his own, Jing Haoxinji, who was exhausted from struggling, was a little scared and started struggling desperately again.
The driver controlled her harder and harder.
Despair rose in Jing Hao's heart, and her lips trembled slightly because of fear.
Seeing her nervous expression, Mr. Suzuki's eyes became more excited. He sat next to Jing Haohao, shook the wine in his hand, then raised his hand and slowly touched Jing Haohao's shoulder.
His strength was very small, but with an indescribable fear, he slowly moved along Jing Haohao's shoulders, bit by bit, to her collarbone.
The singer on the stage seemed to have not seen this scene at all, and sang one song after another with a lively expression.
Those at the gambling table may have finished a round of gambling, and the winner said something in Japanese, sounding very excited.
Jing Haohao was trembling with fear.
Mr. Suzuki's fingers finally came to rest on her erect neck. His slightly cold fingertips moved slowly along the main artery of her throat, as if his hand might turn into a sharp weapon at any time and cut her directly.
Her throat killed her instantly.
Jing Hao held her breath, not even daring to swallow her saliva. She could only let Mr. Suzuki slowly move his hand up and stop on her small and pretty chin. Then he opened his hand, pinched her jaw, and hardened his hand.
She avoided her mouth and handed the wine glass to Jing Haohao's lips.
Mr. Suzuki deliberately raised the wine glass, and a trickle of alcohol flowed out. Jing Haohao shook his head desperately to prevent the medicated alcohol from falling into his mouth.
The sweet wine sprinkled all over her face and hair, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.
Mr. Suzuki seemed to be deliberately torturing Jing Haohao, and did not show any anger at all because of her dodge. It was not until finally, when there was a small amount of wine left in the glass, that he stopped, raised his hand, and slowly stirred
Kai Jinghao's long hair, which was soaked in alcohol and stuck to her cheeks, exposed her delicate and delicate face. In front of her, he swallowed the alcohol in the glass in his mouth, then leaned down and looked at Jing Haohao.
put it on his lips.
Jing Haohao's chin was pinched tightly by Mr. Suzuki, and she couldn't close her mouth at all. She clearly saw that Mr. Suzuki's lips were about to touch hers.
Now she was forced into a desperate situation.
Fear was like a storm that swept over her in an instant.
In such a desperate situation, the figure of Liangchen suddenly appeared in Jing Haohao's mind.
