Chen Xiaobei was concealed beneath his Nightstalker Outfit. He would never let a eunuch kiss his woman, and Fan Tong never felt his presence.
"Huh?"
Fan Tong could sense something unusual going on within his body after gulping down the first shot of whiskey. His brain went numb and his vision grew fuzzy, and his strength seem to leave him.
"Brother Fan, are you alright? You don't look so good!" Everyone at the table began asking the same question; they stared at him nervously. His face was a bizarre crimson, and he could not stop licking his lips.
Nevertheless, instead of looking unwell, it was more appropriate to say that he was displaying extreme arousal!
"Qincheng! I'm afraid that Brother Fan wants to go to be with you… Just take him back to your room, we'll be fine here!" Baldy quickly said.
Song Qincheng was thoroughly disgusted; she did not even want to touch Fan Tong, let alone help him back to their room.
