In a private room of the Loveshang Bar in Dragon City.

"Miss Gu, do you really have a crush on me?"

The man leaned lazily on the sofa. His hostility was terrifying, and he had a kind of indifference that kept people thousands of miles away.

A pair of cold and sharp eyes stared at the girl in front of him.

The girl's skin was as smooth as cream, and her collar was like a bun. Her little face was exquisite and picturesque.

The man's slender fingers knocked on her knees again and again. His eyes swept over her neck, as if he would break it at any time, which made people shudder.

Gu Li gritted his teeth and his face turned slightly red. The hand beside him tugged at his clothes.

She pretended to be calm. "Don't you believe me? Or are you not confident in your appearance?"

Only she knew how scared she was. Her back was covered with cold sweat again.

An hour ago, Gu Li received a call from his sister, Gu Feixue.

"Gu Li, I'll give you ten minutes to move to Ashang's private room."

Gu Xuefei's words were very urgent, and her voice could be heard through the phone.

Gu Li had a bad feeling. This time around, his sister was in big trouble.

Today was the weekend. She worked part-time and took a leave from the boss before leaving in a hurry.

Although the place where they worked was not far from love, it was still very fast to arrive in 10 minutes.

Love was one of the bars that Dragon City rarely opened during the day. She had been here several times because of Gu Feixue.

Gu Li stood outside the private room. She calmed down for a moment, and her hands, which were pushing the door, trembled a little because she knew that the private room was not open to the public.

She pushed open the door of the private room and felt that the atmosphere was not right. The light in the room was dim and she was not used to it when she came in. She could only vaguely see a few figures.

The man sitting on the sofa was full of a murderous aura. No one could see his face clearly, which made people feel that he was very dangerous.

The others stood beside him, all of them looking like iron towers.

"Pa da!"

Someone turned on the light and Gu Li's heart trembled with the sound of the switch.

Then the people in the room went out, leaving only the Gu sisters and the man.

It was not easy for Gu Li to adapt to the darkness. When the light was bright, she used her hands to block the light and narrowed her eyes.

The man on the sofa had sharp facial features. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was cut by a ghost ax. He gave people a gloomy feeling, which was more amazing than scared.

Gu Feixue, who was usually arrogant, was no longer as calm as she used to be. Her body was shaking violently and her legs were shaking.

Her face, which was covered with heavy colored clothes, was swollen and a little deformed. There were also a few obvious red marks on it. She must have been slapped hard in the face.

"I didn't lie to you. My sister said that she had a crush on you, so I followed her!"

Gu Feixue was a liar. She was used to putting the blame on Gu Li. "Why don't you admit it!"

Gu Li saw this and knew what was going on.

From the moment she entered the Gu family when she was ten, she knew that although she was the adopted daughter of the Gu family, the Gu family had never really treated her as a relative.

What she needed to do was to help her sister, Gu Feixue, build a good image of a lady in front of outsiders.

Gu Feixue had also made full use of her. She used her name to fool around with others and went to bars to drink and make trouble. Whenever there was something negative, others would ask about it.

Therefore, almost everyone in Dragon City knew that there was a good-looking and kind-hearted genius Gu Feixue in the Gu family. There was also a rebellious, a fight, and a bad student, Gu Li, who had an unclear relationship with the gangsters outside.

Gu Li rubbed his forehead. Without even thinking about it, he knew that Gu Feixue had fallen in love with the other party. In the end, the other party was someone that she could not offend. She, as a ten-thousand-year-old scapegoat, had been sacrificed again.