C161 It's My Fault for Feeling Sorry for You

Through the luxuriously decorated corridor, under the guidance of the dim yellow light, they pushed open the door to the private room, where the music was noisy and noisy, and the girls were spending their youth, money and money.

On the ring-shaped sofa, Jian Xi was holding a glass of whiskey and quietly sitting in the corner. Her mouth was always touching the edge of the glass