In the VIP banquet hall on the top floor of the Caesars Palace Hotel in Las Vegas, everyone wore masks to participate in a masquerade ball. The neon lights were spinning overhead, the wine was flying everywhere, and the wild laughter of men and women seemed to completely numb her nerves.
, the sins in the body were magnified thousands of times and released!
Stimulated by the constant spinning, the stimulation of alcohol, decadent thoughts, and numb emotions, she danced one after another, laughed, and cheered. But the more she drank, her limbs became numb due to drinking, and her spirit became numb.
Sharp as a sword!
She was unwilling! Just because she didn't give herself to Lu Jiayuan, did he turn his attention to Cheng Tingting? She would not forget that after the family dinner that day, Cheng Tingting said in a showy tone: "I fell out with Lu Jiayuan! He
It’s great, I’m very satisfied! He’s better than the men I’ve known before!”
This is a confusing night, she doesn't want to be the one she has been waiting for!
If men all like bad women, then she can too! She can even become worse than Cheng Tingting!
She was wearing a fiery red V-neck backless skirt, and her hair was dyed dark brown, permed into slightly curled hair and spread over her shoulders. The open placket of her neckline slid between two snow-white mountain peaks, revealing a deep gou-he
.The entire white back was exposed to the air. As she rotated, the beautiful ridge twisted like a enchanting beauty snake. The hem of the skirt only reached three inches below the PP, with two slender white legs.
The legs are fully exposed.
She spun on the dance floor and wandered among the men. She was wild, charming, voluptuous, and sexy. She seemed to have completely transformed into another person. Wherever she passed by, she gained a piece of men's love.
-The ambiguous whistle, the sound of invitation. Dazzlingly beautiful and dazzling in the darkness!
Sure enough, at the moment the clock struck twelve, she finally found a perfect man.
The man was wearing a silver mask, standing by the window in the corner of the hall, raising his wine glass, and seemed to be incompatible with everything around him. Only half of the silver mask blocked his eyes and the bridge of his nose. He could only be vaguely seen.
The tip of his nose, thin lips and beautiful chin. The close-fitting clothes perfectly presented his slender and straight figure. He just stood there, as if he had a natural attraction, like a magnet.
Same, firmly attracting her attention!
Through the hazy moonlight outside the window, she could see that his hair was black.
He's an Asian.
She approached with satisfaction and saw him walking out of the hall not long after. He seemed a little drunk and his steps were unsteady. She immediately stepped forward, supported him as he was shaking, and took him to the box.
Putting his slender body on the sofa, she seemed like a fearless knight. She climbed up without saying a word, even without taking off her clothes, and sat down fearlessly!
The moment the sharp pain struck, even though she was wearing a mask, she could clearly see the shock, disgust and disbelief flashing in the man's eyes!
Disgusted? In fact, she also hated herself like this. It was very painful and not beautiful at all. She didn't have the joy of a winner, she just felt a little ridiculous.
Why should she torture herself for such an unstable man?