Wang Fan sneered with a look of brazen confidence, then reached out to touch Yu Dongling's waist, saying, "Your waist is really slender, you must be very good at twisting in bed, let me see how it feels first."
"You!"
Yu Dongling was extremely ashamed and angry, wanting to retreat, but several people tactfully moved in, enclosing her in the center, leaving her nowhere to escape.
Meanwhile, Wei Qi and the others acted as if they saw nothing, opened a few bottles of champagne, and toasted with laughs, saying, "Drink up, drink up."
The bar was noisy and chaotic, with darkness hiding unknown filth.
Yu Dongling was cornered. Even if Wang Fan decided to take advantage of her here, it wouldn't be surprising.
Yu Dongling looked at Wang Fan, who had a mischievous look on his face, seemingly wanting to take good advantage of her, making her even more anxious. She tightly gripped Zhao Mengke's hand, fearing Wang Fan's intentions toward her.
