Zhao Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at his assistant, who was stumbling around the house as if drunk. Damn, I've seen people get drunk on alcohol and high from smoking, but getting drunk off hot pot? That's just bizarre.
Before he could finish wiping his brow, he heard Medusa calling his name.
Hearing her, Zhao Rong looked at the Coke bottle in her hand. "Beautiful lady, can't you open that bottle?"
Medusa looked at him seductively. "Brother Zhao Rong, my mouth is strong, but my hands are weak… Come over here and help me twist off the cap."
Zhao Rong was puzzled. What did she mean, her mouth was strong? He walked over nonetheless.
Medusa, who had been standing in the doorway of her room, took several steps back as Zhao Rong approached, retreating inside.
Seeing her retreat into the room, Zhao Rong paused at the threshold. "You want me to come into your room?"
