Lang Wa blinked her eyes reluctantly.

Lang Wa didn't know where she was.

Lang Wa only knew that what caught her eyes was the thick velvet curtains.

The color of the curtains seems to be a faint lotus color.

Anyway, in the eyes of people, it feels quite comfortable.

Lang Wa didn't know what time it was outside.

Because, in the room, in addition to a soft luster, there is a rare tranquility.

There were no lights on in the room, however, the light was good.

Lang Wa pressed her temple with her hand.

The head still hurts a little, this is how Langwa feels.

As for where I was last night, I still need to think carefully and recall it seriously.

Lang Wa seriously recalled the experience of last night.

In Lang Wa's mind, an extremely strange name seemed to flash - night primrose.

Yes, that's the place, it's the name of a nightclub.

However, if you have to tell Lang Wa clearly where she is now, this seems to be a particularly difficult thing.

Because, I have never been to this place.

I have never stayed in such a nice place myself.

If, the place where you are now, in the mouth of a rich person, you have to say that it is a luxury apartment.

Well, for yourself, it's a fucking paradise on earth.

Lang Wa reluctantly moved her body.

A feeling of soreness suddenly spread throughout Langwa's body.

Moreover, this feeling also made Lang Wa realize that her head was a little groggy.

Lang Wa took it upon herself again and stretched her hand to her waist.

Lang Wa's heart was shocked, "Damn it, the gun is gone." ”

Lang Wa wanted to stand up, but the soreness on her body already explained everything, that is, Lang Wa was drugged.

He was drugged, but he didn't kill himself.

This is also an incredible thing in Lang Wa's heart.

Lang Wa moved her ass again.

Lang Wa wanted to touch the heavy soles of her shoes.

Lang Wa touched the heavy soles, and it seemed that they were still very intact.

It's still so heavy, as if, no one has discovered the soles of their shoes, and there are some ulterior secrets.

A simple action of touching the sole of her shoes made Lang Wa feel that the cushion under her buttocks was very soft.

Lang Wa took advantage of the situation again and leaned her body back.

Lang Wa feels that the seat under her body always has a lot of magic.

Because, Lang Wa just wants to move her body, and Lang Wa immediately knows that no matter what kind of posture she puts her body into, what kind of angle she converts it to, this seat will make her feel very comfortable.

Lang Wa reluctantly opened her eyes.

Lang Wa used her own eyes to inspect the entire room.

Lang Wa immediately had an intuitive feeling of the space she was in.

"X your mother, is this a place where people live?"

"This can't really be heaven on earth!"

On the ceiling, there is a chandelier that looks like a starry sky.

In the corner, there is also a towering floor lamp.

Directly opposite him was a tall floor clock.

It is always circling a fixed trajectory, and the running watch hand will always make that clicking, clicking sound when it is running.

This sound, it seems, is to create a romantic atmosphere for this quiet space.

On the ground, there is a dark green carpet, which makes people feel very comfortable to step on.

From far to near, Lang Wa looked in front of her.

A large, sheer marble-topped coffee table.

On the coffee table, there is a fruit bowl with crystal stones.

In his hand, there is an ashtray.

This ashtray is also crystal clear, needless to say, it is also a very valuable and expensive thing.

Next to the ashtray was a box of cigarettes, camel brand cigarettes.

Next to the cigarette, there is a lighter.

This lighter seems to be very interesting to Langwa.

After all, Lang Wa also has one in her hand for such a lighter.

Also, on my left-hand side, in the kitchen cabinet-like cabinet, there are all kinds of wine.

I have never seen any of these wines.

However, Lang Wa believes that even if she puts these wines under her nose, she will not recognize what kind of wine it is.

Because, on the wine bottle, there is not a fucking Chinese word.

Lang Wa's eyes continued to scan around.

Lang Wa wants to know where she is.

Lang Wa moved her feet.

Lang Wa wanted to reveal the last secret hidden in her heavy soles.

"Do you know where you are?"

Through a door, the voice of a man spoke.

Langwa's body, although, is still soft and has no strength.

However, that innate alertness, Lang Wa has not lost it.

Lang Wa turned her gaze to the direction where the voice came from.

A tightly closed door, the upper part of which was filled with frosted glass.

The biggest advantage of this kind of glass is that it always gives people a looming feeling.

Of course, it can also give people a sense of imagination.

Lang Wa stared nervously at the door.

"You're a woman?"

This is the first time Lang Wa has asked in this room.

"Yes, you are very right!"

The woman's answer did not show any mystery.

"You are a woman of your age, you should be around twenty-four or five years old!"

This is the second sentence that Lang Wa said.

"No problem, this girl is twenty-four years old this year, and she is still three days away from celebrating her twenty-fourth birthday."

"At that time, that is, when I turned twenty-four, it was also the turning point when I officially entered the age of twenty-five."

As the woman spoke, the door to the room was opened by the woman.

Lang Wa just glanced at the woman standing in front of her, and Lang Wa had a thought in her heart that she wanted to take her eyes off immediately.

In a pink bathrobe, wrapped in a slender woman.

The face is full of youthful vitality.

Under the feet, it is also remarkably vigorous.

The woman, towards Langwa, walked over.

The white and delicate feet, the elegant calves, the tenderness of a woman, and the charm of a woman, have all come out.

The reason why Lang Wa immediately looked away from her was because the woman in front of her was so fucking beautiful.

More beautiful than fucking herself, the first woman I've ever seen, Cui Cui'er.

"What are you looking for?"

On the woman's face, there is no longer any youthful and energetic romantic color.

It's full of cold murderous intent