The masculine aura of strength washed over him, a pair of scorching hot hands gripping his waist, an unprecedented feeling that made Qiao An's heart relax. Drunk, he couldn't tell if it was real or a dream, a flirtatious smile in the darkness.,"Fang Chen, just a little bit." Qiao Anmu chided softly.,He put his things in his pocket, feeling like he had some loose change. He quickly placed it on the bedside table. He was in such a hurry that he didn't notice dropping a necklace from his bag onto the floor.。