Zhao Lin frowned: "An Xia, he is Miss An's big client. It is our honor to accompany him. How can we refuse Mr. God's toast?"
"If Xiaoxia doesn't want to drink it, I won't force it. The same goes for drinking juice, but you must sing a song with me."
An Xia has a very good voice and sings very well. She just sang two Japanese songs in a row, which made Zhao Lin extremely jealous.
The three clinked glasses. An Xia drank the juice in one gulp and smiled apologetically: "I'll go to the bathroom first and sing again when I come back."
"Okay, I'll wait for you." The Japanese young man replied with a somewhat warm tone.
When An Xia came out, Zhao Lin was no longer there. She asked in surprise: "Where is Zhao Lin?"
He smiled and replied: "She is listening to the phone outside. It's a little noisy here."
After a pause, he pushed the juice in front of him: "Let's drink again, so that we can get to know each other and have a happy cooperation."
As he spoke, he raised a glass of wine and motioned for her to pick it up.
An Xia didn't think too much, thinking that it was just juice anyway, and Zhao Lin would be back soon, so they drank it all in one go.
"This is the song I ordered for you, can you sing it to me?" he asked gently.
Of course, An Xia was too embarrassed to refuse. As a result, she sang several songs in a row but Zhao Lin still didn't come back. She was thirsty and couldn't help but drink two glasses of juice.
The more she sang, the thirstier she felt. She shouldn't feel hot in a well-air-conditioned room, but there was an inexplicable heat in her body, an indescribable feeling, and her head was getting heavier and heavier.
She sat down on the sofa, and the Japanese young man leaned over, put his hand on her shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, touched her gently, and asked with concern close to her ear: "Are you tired? Do you want to take a rest?"
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She lay weakly next to the sofa, feeling an unreasonable disgust at his sudden approach. She moved a little further away, and he moved over again.
Feeling his warm breath blowing against her skin, goosebumps suddenly appeared all over her body. She hated being so close and kept avoiding it to the other side until it was inevitable.
The Japanese young man smiled lowly, gently held her hand holding the microphone with his dry hands, took her microphone away without leaving a trace, and said, "You are tired too, why don't you take a rest." This time, he
It's spoken in Chinese.
An Xia was a little stupid. He could speak Chinese, but why he kept speaking Japanese to them.
The blurred vision met the sinister snake-like eyes, and the corners of his raised lips seemed to be filled with poisonous juice. If he touched even a little bit, he would die in its belly.
She suddenly realized that the juice had been drugged.
Last time, she drank the same medicine and had the same feeling.
Her head was getting dizzy, and the heat in her body made it impossible for her to think.
Why hasn't Zhao Lin come back yet?
Or, she won't come back?
Is this a premeditated arrangement? Whose arrangement was it? Zhao Lin?
A proud wolfish light flashed in the eyes of the Japanese young man, and he embraced An Xia into his arms, looking at her beautiful face and charming eyes.
All night long, he concealed his true nature just to wait for this moment.
He fell in love with this woman at first sight and felt that Yingying was the one who knew him best, so she gave him such a delicious beauty.
How could he refuse such sincere cooperation?
Without any explanation, he pushed An Xia onto the sofa.
"...What are you doing?" She was shocked and frightened, and wanted to stop him sharply, but her tone of voice was soft and weak, and she even gasped weakly.