I frowned and pushed open the slightly ajar door, only to be greeted by the sight of a man and woman copulating on the dining table, their brazen and coquettish moans echoing throughout the villa.
Surrounding the sofa was a crowd of people, whistling as they watched the performance unfold.
The floor was in complete disarray; milky fluids streamed everywhere, with bottles and clothes intertwined, mess strewn all over the place.
Hearing the noise, the completely naked Zhao Mengxi, with her eyes cloudy and vacant, got up from between two men, gazing at me with a dopey smile.
"You, come here," Mengxi beckoned, motioning for me to approach.
I sensed something was off and my gaze involuntarily shifted to the suspicious aluminum foil on the ground; I stood my ground, not moving an inch.
Although I hadn't known Mengxi for a long time, I had had quite a few dealings with her, and she was never one to keep things low-key.
