Yang Mengshan was stunned for a moment before her eyes widened in shock.
Looking at the coldness and playfulness in Yu feimo's eyes, she lost all desire. She bit her lip and shook her head.
She had thought that it was because rich people were perverted. She did not expect that he had realized that she had set him up and pretended to be delirious to humiliate her.
Yu feimo's lips curled up in disdain. I gave her ten men and asked them to play the Russia roulette. You seem like you're a frequent night club. You should know how to play the Russian roulette, right? "
Yang Mengshan's face turned pale and she was scared out of her wits.
Of course, she knew what a Russia turntable was. A blindfolded woman would be placed in the middle of ten men and then spin.
When she stopped, she had to face the man, and that man could have her. After that, she could continue spinning. In short, the game would only end when all ten men had been played.
