Yang Fan was gasping like a bull, his gaze riveted on his sister-in-law's charming body.
He still had his senses about him, and it wasn't to the exaggerated point of losing all rationality.
But he really was starting to lose control over his body.
The intense flame inside him kept burning, making him unable to stop, completely unable to control himself.
Zhou Wenhu quickly stripped off Yang Fan's clothes in no time, then turned to Ye Tong and said, "Your turn or mine? Hurry, his condition seems really off, it could easily get dangerous."
"The alcohol from Fourth Aunt, God knows what it was brewed with. The effect is too brutal, almost like those drugs."
Yang Fan nodded vigorously in agreement, "I only drank about four or five cups… damn, it's confusing me quickly."
"Fanzi, you can still talk?" Ye Tong asked, surprised.
Yang Fan responded with a wry smile, "Sister-in-law, if I couldn't even talk, then there might really be a problem."
