Zhu Li's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were hazy. She was clearly a little tipsy.
She produced a white silk stocking from somewhere and, right in front of Zhao Ci, slipped it onto her smooth calf.
"Well then, I'm going to start now!"
"..."
Just as Zhao Ci was about to get carried away again...
His head suddenly started to buzz.
He felt as if his eardrums were a pair of busted drums being frantically beaten.
It felt like something was trying to drill into his head.
He didn't know what was happening.
But for some reason, he felt a wave of panic.
"Boss, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine!"
The buzzing only lasted for a moment before fading away, as if it had never been there at all.
Zhao Ci's head cleared. He rubbed Zhu Li's soft little hands and grinned. "Let's continue!"
But just then...
A jarring ringtone suddenly blared: "Ouch! What're you doing! Squeak, squeak..."
An ear-piercing ringtone blared.
Zhao Ci's heart sank. He snatched his phone. "Hey! Old Feng, what's wrong?"
