Pain.
It was like someone was using a blunt crowbar to stir her temple repeatedly.
Lou Zhuo's consciousness struggled out of the chaotic darkness, and the first thing he recovered was his sense of smell. A smell of cheap perfume mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol penetrated her nose aggressively, making her stomach churn.
This taste... Really inferior.
Her eyes shot open.
It took a few seconds for his eyes to focus.
Magnificent and magnificent, it is unbearably vulgar. This was her first impression of the hotel suite. The huge crystal chandelier cast a dazzling yellow light, making the complicated curly grass patterns on the velvet carpet seem to twist and squirm. The air was sticky and the temperature was so high that it made people breathless.
