Yang Fan's eyes slowly cleared.
"Where am I? Zhao Rui? Why are you here? Who is she?"
"We'll talk later!"
Zhao Rui cut off Yang Fan's chatter and walked toward the woman.
Yang Fan raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting lecherously over the woman's exposed skin. He chuckled. "Brother Rui, she's not bad. You're not getting any ideas, are you?"
"You just slept with her!"
Zhao Rui said flatly.
"Holy shit!"
Stunned, Yang Fan glanced down at his own... exposed and chilly parts. His face instantly flushed red. He covered his crotch with both hands, scrambled to the bed, and wrapped himself in a blanket.
"What the hell is going on?"
Yang Fan's mind was a complete mess.
"That's a question for her!"
Zhao Rui stared at the woman, a glint flashing in his eyes as he instantly activated the Charm Immortal Technique.
"AARGH!"
The woman suddenly shrieked in pain. Her mouth twisted, her eyes rolled back, and she passed out cold.
