Xu Xiangbei pretended to be asleep in bed. After a while, the dancer began to take off his coat.
If she were a top beauty, Xu Xiangbei might have tolerated it, but the dancer was only average in appearance, so Xu Xiangbei had to open his squinted eyes and then sit up from the bed.
"Ah..." The dancer was so frightened that she jumped off the bed.
"Why are you awake?"
"Why shouldn't I be awake?" Xu Xiangbei laughed as he sat on the bed, staring straight at the dancer, as if trying to see through her.
"Weren't you supposed to be unconscious? Besides, didn't he drug you heavily..." the dancer stammered nervously.
"It seems you know quite a bit. Why don't you tell me everything you know?" Xu Xiangbei said with a smile, then grabbed the dancer.
With a light touch on her body, Xiao Qiulian felt an excruciating pain all over, as if being pierced by needles, or roasted on a fire like Purgatory, an increasingly unbearable feeling.
