Xuan Ying had two scantily dressed beauties beside him, one beauty peeled the skin of a grape, bringing it to his mouth while the other beauty was behind him, massaging his shoulders.
"Silver Mask King, it seems your luck is not too good today. You've lost money again." The two beauties acted coquettishly, nuzzling their big chest against his body so intentionally.
Xuan Ying threw his cards on the table, his mood thunderous. "F*ck, this is annoying!"
"Look who I've brought!" A president shouted excitedly.
Hearing the man, Xuan Ying lifted his head, his inky eyes riveted on her face. Their eyes met and Feng Lingxue was stunned. She hadn't expected herself to bump into him here.
Sh*t! She subconsciously grasped her pearl clutch tightly, the card that Gu Mohan had given her was still in her clutch. She was going to undergo the hymen reconstruction surgery tomorrow, she wasn't supposed to have sex tonight.
