The room was silent.
In the faint light from the bedside lamp, Fang Tao stared hotly at the pair of silk legs peeking out from under the air-conditioned quilt, swallowing hard, wanting to pounce and bite fiercely.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Damn, she's a real gem."
"I've been staying in Yang City for so long, and I haven't seen many goods as fine as this."
"That little bastard Sun Zhe, he sure is lucky with women!"
Suddenly, Fang Tao felt a surge of jealousy towards Sun Zhe, wishing he could be Sun Zhe himself.
As he got closer to the sleeping Zhu Yan on the bed, his gaze became even more heated.
Thinking about exploring Zhu Yan's winding path of desire, he felt like every cell in his body was about to ignite.
Fumbling for something, Fang Tao pulled a handkerchief sealed in a plastic bag from his pocket.
This handkerchief was soaked in a narcotic, a trick he often used.
