C240 At the Critical Moment

With the key in his hand, Zheng Qiang rushed to the private room in a hurry.

Yan Qingyu was currently lying on the table. The combination of sedative and wine made her breathing quicken and her cheeks flushed red. Coupled with the yellow light that Zhang Lu specially turned on, it added to her charm.

Zheng Qiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The corner of his eyes could not hide his lewd gaze