In the room, Ye Tang's entire body was hot, and her body was limp. She couldn't even raise her arms. That glass of water was drugged!
The man's voice sounded. "Little beauty!"
"Who are you?" Ye Tang asked angrily.
Qiao Han smiled. "I'm your lover!" He walked over step by step, wanting to pounce over and hug Ye Tang.
Ye Tang picked up the lamp by the bed and smashed it hard on Qiao Han's head. Once, twice. She smashed it four or five times before stopping.
Qiao Han held his aching head and was almost awake. He glared at Ye Tang. "Don't be shameless. You took the initiative to ask me to come to your room. Why are you still pretending to be a pure and vigorous woman?"
"I'm going to sleep with you today!" He grabbed Ye Tang's arm with one hand and was about to tear off her shirt.
