Liu Chen's head felt dizzy, and when he looked into the eyes of the three girls in front of him, they seemed a bit blurry.
What exactly is going on?
"Xiao Rou, why do I feel a little dizzy?"
"Me too."
"Me too, and drinks don't make you drunk."
The three girls said, swaying unsteadily, with a thud, as the microphone in their hands fell to the ground.
Liu Chen also clearly felt something strange happening in his body; he wasn't a superman, just an ordinary mortal, and he had no resistance to drugs.
Another girl even took off her shoes and kicked them away.
One of the girls was still somewhat rational, noticing her companions' state, she immediately locked the door, forgetting all about Liu Chen's presence in the daze.
The door was locked, and the music in the room was still playing. Liu Chen lay on the sofa in a casual slouch, looking like he was at death's door.
The three girls lay on the floor, their bodies twisting, their clothes nowhere to be found.
