Like a heat wave, the speakers seemed able to blow against the skin, wave after wave, causing the heart to pound wildly along with them.
Phantom lights, sounds of revelry, stacked into a pyramid of wine glasses, with blue flames burning atop the glasses.
Apart from two teammates, there were two other guys, several women, all freely dancing in front of this circular booth.
The table was cluttered with numerous bottles of alcohol.
At this moment, Dong Shaofeng held a bottle in his hand, having drunk about half, as if he were an outsider, watching the madness of the people in front of him.
As for them beginning to passionately kiss, with intoxicated expressions, he merely watched expressionlessly.
A glamorous woman twisted her way over to Dong Shaofeng's side, entwining like a water snake, passionately kissing near his ear, moving down to provoke him excessively.
