C108 Xue Rou Wants to Turn the Tables

In the basement of the Heisen Bar, the dark and damp air was filled with the smell of decay, and the dim candles were like death lanterns from hell.

Xue Rou half-knelt on the uneven ground. Her knees were ground by the remaining gravel, but her face was filled with pure respect, as if the person in front of her was her god