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Qin Shuang walked into the private room and immediately smelled a thick scent of smoke.
In the spacious private room, there was only He Zhiyao, with several empty wine bottles and half-drunk glasses on the table.
He Zhiyao was leaning against the sofa, holding a cigarette in his hand.
Seeing her come in, he reached out to extinguish the cigarette.
Qin Shuang clutched her purse tightly, mustered her courage and walked over, sitting down opposite He Zhiyao.
He Zhiyao glanced at her hand, stood up, walked around the table and sat next to her, seizing her wrist.
"What are you doing?" Qin Shuang retracted her hand, not wanting to be so close to him.
She hadn't even begun to speak to him yet!
He Zhiyao stared at her hand, inspecting it carefully, his expression growing darker, "Didn't you apply the medicine properly?"