Nan Wan woke up when she was splashed on her face with a bottle of cold beer.

When I opened my eyes, I found that my hands and feet were tied.

The beer-scented liquid slid down her delicate jawline toward her collarbone.

In the dim and dark environment around, in the exaggerated and luxurious KTV box, only the curtain is lit, playing ancient Hong Kong songs, and there is a disgusting smell of tobacco and alcohol.

She got up and adjusted......

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