So how should I describe this? One big bed, everyone sleeping together?
I had to admit, Miss Wen was being a little vulgar.
Forcing a whole group to take pleasure together, even sharing it among themselves—this kind of method was advanced even by Your Excellency Stomach's standards, wasn't it?
The most outrageous part wasn't even that. As a proper young lady from a distinguished family, Miss Wen had turned this place into a chamber of pleasure without so much as batting an eye, and she hadn't spared herself, either.
Even her own part was being reflected here, clearly proving that she hadn't kept herself out of it.
There was another thing this explained: even though she hadn't planted a hidden agent, she had still casually gone along with my conspiracy theory earlier. She'd never been acting on impulse.
That somewhat immature attitude had just been a cover for this grand move.
Could everyone really be this ruthless today? It was just like Professor Lisha earlier, poisoning everyone—including herself—without a word.
But that brought up another question. Professor Lisha had poisoned them, seemingly to keep everyone here.
So what was Miss Wen trying to accomplish with this move?
Strictly speaking, Chief Yuan had already asked a similar question earlier. But after that lightning-fast exchange, her brows were furrowed, and she didn't rush to speak again.
Hoo—
Miss Wen finally spoke.
But she didn't say a word. Instead, she turned back, took a gentle breath, and blew at the candle in her arms.
Well, well, well. Was everyone going all out with their dirty tricks today?
The problem was that Professor Fu was already weak. Would this even have much impact?
The candle was connected to Professor Fu's heart. If it went out, he might not die, but he'd definitely lose