His words, like a knife thrust into Joanne's heart, came out sharp and fierce, "Fang Chen, you bastard! You will regret this.",A hushed murmur, the voice sweet and melodious, with a hint of intoxication, made the man in the darkness frown slightly. Yet, an inexplicable heat swirled within him.,At 4 a.m., Qiao Anmu opened her eyes. The alcohol had worn off halfway, and the soreness in her waist, along with the even breaths beside her, startled her.。