Inside the banquet hall, the lights were brilliant and the air was filled with laughter. Everyone was immersed in the lively atmosphere, completely unaware that a conspiracy was brewing in the shadows.
In an ambiguously lit room on the second floor, the quilt on the bed rose and fell with intense movement, emitting a soft sound of friction. Song Haochen’s eyes were bloodshot from the effects of the drug, his face flushed, and his bangs were damp with sweat, clinging messily to his cheeks.
His gaze was locked tightly on the woman beneath him. Every movement was accompanied by ragged, heavy gasps, and he uncontrollably called out over and over: "Su Li... Su Li..."
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