C91 Two-sided Parallel Line

Midnight, the red light district, the Elysian Nightclub.

Gu Zhen casually sat on the sofa in the presidential suite. The wine glass in his hand reflected an ambiguous light. The leather was very compatible with his posture. There was moving music outside, but the private room was very quiet.

The beautiful woman in his arm plucked a grape and fiddled with it with her slender fingers