The Victim Is Dead

He had just been quarreling with Fang Yanwen, and now he had met such an obedient woman. It was inevitable that he would be tempted.

But at this point, he could still control himself. "Nice name."

"Then can you call me Susu?" Su Tian hugged his arm and leaned against him.

Seeing that he didn't mind, she rested her chin on his shoulder and stared at him intently.

As soon as she got close, the floral fragrance entered Brother Dao's nose, causing him to gradually forget about Fang Yanwen.

"Susu." He pulled her into his arms and sniffed her neck. "You smell so good."

"Bad boy." Su Tian patted his shoulder. She did not use much strength and looked more like she was playing with him. "Do you still want to drink? I'll keep you company."

"Let's go back to our room to drink." Brother Dao held her hand and walked to the back. He said that he was going to drink, but he did not bring a glass.