"Since I can't avoid it, let's see what this woman's so-called game is."
Qin Nuo walked in the aisle, and almost all the players were looking at him.
There was a hint of worry on Black Rose's pretty face.
Yu's face was full of teasing.
Bei Zimu's expression was calm.
As I approached the screen, the faint music started to play again.
Qin Nuo crossed the screen and appeared behind it.
This is an exquisite little room, surrounded by screens and decorated with antique ornaments. Even the music player is a disc player from the Republic of China era.
A graceful woman, wearing an orchid cheongsam, sat on the sofa, holding a lady's cigarette in one hand and a high-heeled glass in the other.
On each side of the back stood a puppet maid.
The woman was stunningly beautiful, but her heavy makeup made her features exquisite, yet gave her a sense of danger, like a rose with thorns.
She tilted her head, her bright red lips curled up slightly. "What a beautiful body, especially your arms."
"Although it's a random draw as usual, I can't wait. I can't wait to play a game with you."
Qin Nuo moved his eyes.
On the other side of the table, there were several hearts, still beating.
They are like works of art, stored and preserved.
Qin Nuo maintained his composure and asked calmly, "Come on, how do we play the game?"
"Little boy, you seem anxious?"
“Don’t worry…”
The woman's tongue jutted out, sliding across her smooth red lips. Her smile was clearly playful: "We have plenty of time to play slowly."
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