1759, You damned pervert, to hell with you!
At this moment, Mu Anran felt a tight grip on her right wrist, and she was directly pulled away by Yu Lingqian.
Song Yan and Lin Guanguan could distinctly sense the intense anger emanating from Yu Lingqian.
The two of them suddenly began to silently mourn for Mu Anran.
Song Yan was the first to approach Ah Biao, who was lying on the ground, and kicked him twice on the shoulder.
Ah Biao, who was in a daze, seemed to wake up from the kicks. He directly lifted his head and frantically rubbed his head against Song Yan's calf.
As he rubbed, he muttered, "Miss, don't leave, let's continue drinking, I'll keep you company!"
His drooling face made Song Yan feel nauseous.
"Let go of me!" Song Yan irritably tried to pull his leg away.
But Ah Biao seemed possessed, clutching tightly to his calf and refusing to let go.
He even tilted his head and started kissing Song Yan's leg!
"Wow, fuck you, you damned pervert! To hell with you!"
