"Wife, you called me wife! Hehe, you're awesome!"
In the private room, Gong Beiming settled down on the couch under the guidance of the woman.
"Handsome, does it feel good?"
This woman had received professional training; she knew exactly how to lose control.
Then she lowered her head and bit the zipper of Gong Beiming's pants with her teeth, her smile even more enchantingly seductive.
But Gong Beiming was exceptionally clear-headed.
Just as the woman was caressing him, he suddenly lifted his foot and kicked out.
The woman was kicked far away, screaming as she hit the wall.
"Get out, or I'll kill you!"
Yes, Gong Beiming had sobered up.
After the three glasses of alcohol, he indeed had some hallucinations.
He had seen the woman as Chi Xiaoyu.
However, just as the woman kneeled before him, he smelled her strong perfume, and it was like waking from a dream in an instant.
In his eyes, all women, except for Chi Xiaoyu, were filthy.
