C399 disordered sensation

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" The sound of bottles colliding many times resounded clearly in the room. Gu Qing was already slightly drunk from all the drinking. She sat on the snow-white carpet, leaning against the edge of the bed, clutching a new bottle of red wine, ready to start drinking again.

However, her slender, pure white wrist was gripped by a pair of large, powerful hands