The spicy liquid coursed through her intestines, carrying with it a hint of indescribable bitterness.
Qiao Mo laughed heartily, quickly shifting her gaze to the next person and urging, "Next one."
Someone reacted quickly and continued, "Come on, come on... who's next!"
Jiang Jinghao looked at her somewhat absentmindedly, a faint sense of loss flashing in his eyes.
Qiao Mo felt a tightness at her waist, turned her head, and met Fu Nancheng's deep eyes, smiling slightly, "What's up?"
He stared at her without speaking, seemingly reaching into the depths of her soul.
Before long, the bottle fell into Yan Jiu's hands once again.
As expected, the mouth of the bottle pointed at Qiao Mo again.
Yan Yiheng leaned elegantly on one side of the sofa, legs crossed, with a look full of arrogance, took a deep drag of his cigarette and said again, "What position does Third Brother like?"
"Good!!!"
Around them came a chorus of cheers, accompanied by bursts of applause.
