Chen Yirou turned her head, glaring at him angrily.

"Sorry, sorry, it was an accident." Song Guanchao quickly apologized.

Chen Yirou gave a soft snort, understanding that he didn't do it on purpose.

This time, Song Guanchao maintained a distance and explained the situation to her in detail.

As he spoke, the warmth of his breath made her ear itch, giving her a strange feeling.

But she was soon captivated by what Song Guanchao was saying.

After he finished, Song Guanchao reminded, "The reason I asked you to dress a bit sexy tonight was mainly to attract those addicts to see if we could find the distribution channels."

Chen Yirou suddenly realized, so that's why.

"I got it."

Chen Yirou tugged the neckline of her dress down a bit, immediately revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

Song Guanchao's eyes unintentionally glanced at it but quickly looked away.

He touched his nose, picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and leaned on the sofa, slowly turning his head to survey the surroundings.

He wanted to see if he could spot anyone from the list in the bar.

Unfortunately, the chances were too low.

Before long, there were others trying to chat up the two women.

This time, the two women greeted them with smiles, adding contacts if asked, and giving phone numbers when requested.

They appeared very casual.

Occasionally, some bold ones would directly sit beside them and chat.

They would nonchalantly bring up the topic of drugs, expressing a desire to try.

However, once they expressed this intention, almost all the men would be stunned and then quickly find excuses to leave.

Obviously, they were all gentlemen who didn't indulge in such activities.

Cheng Xiang was also busy striking up conversations all around.

Song Guanchao leaned back in the chair, drinking and smoking in boredom, with quite a few women approaching him during this time.

He bluntly told them to get lost.

In a blink, it was already past nine.

Chen Yirou stood up to go to the restroom.

Not long after she left, she suddenly sent a text message to Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao opened it and was immediately energized.

Chen Yirou discovered someone using drugs in the bathroom!

"I'm coming over now!"

Song Guanchao put away his phone and headed towards the bathroom.

The restroom in the bar was unisex, with a spacious hallway and shiny tiles on the floor and walls, very clean and odorless.

The doors of the stalls were either open or closed.

From some stalls, there were sounds of "mm mmm ah ah," clearly indicating indescribable activities.

"I'm here, where are you?" Song Guanchao texted and asked.

Chen Yirou pushed open the restroom door and motioned to him.

Song Guanchao looked up and saw her, quickly walking over and closing the door behind him.

The bathroom stall wasn't large, with only one toilet.

The two stood close to each other, and Song Guanchao could smell the faint fragrance from her body.

Chen Yirou pointed at the adjacent stall.

Song Guanchao found it strange and leaned close to her ear to softly ask, "How did you know?"

In such close proximity, his bent posture inevitably led to some physical contact between them.

Chen Yirou felt a bit uncomfortable.

She pointed down again.

The bottom of the stalls was elevated, with about ten centimeters of space.

Song Guanchao glanced down but saw nothing.

Chen Yirou tiptoed, wrapping an arm around his neck to lower his head.

The gesture was incredibly suggestive.

"I saw a needle earlier."

Song Guanchao understood, glancing again at the adjacent stall, but the needle was gone, likely disposed of.

Wondering aloud seemed tiring, so he closed the toilet lid and sat down, naturally pulling her onto his lap.

Her rounded and taut behind was soft and springy.

On his legs, it felt like a cushion of cotton.

Both had been drinking all night, slightly inebriated.

Song Guanchao's sudden move quickened Chen Yirou's heartbeat.

Song Guanchao, after acting, realized it was somewhat inappropriate.

But since it was done, he couldn't be bothered to dwell on it.

He leaned back against the wall, arms naturally around her waist, asking, "Has the person next door left?"

Chen Yirou could only rest against him, feeling more comfortable than standing awkwardly as before.

"No." Chen Yirou asked, "What do you plan to do?"

"Wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Wait for them to come out."

Song Guanchao said, "Then find a chance to tail them."

Such addicts usually don't buy much at once; after using this, they'll soon have to buy more.

As long as they're followed, the point of contact with their dealer will surely be found.

Chen Yirou watched his focused expression and suddenly thought he looked quite handsome.

Realizing her gaze, Song Guanchao looked down, eyes meeting hers, and the atmosphere in the small stall subtly heated up.

Chen Yirou's body, wrapped in a snug, form-fitting dress, highlighted her sizzling figure.

The soft yet alluring curves tugged incessantly at Song Guanchao's heartstrings.

Suddenly, Chen Yirou felt something pressing against her backside.

She looked down to see the bulge in Song Guanchao's pants.

Inside appeared to be a stick.

Chen Yirou, not some naive girl, knew he was experiencing a physiological reaction.

She looked up and glared fiercely at Song Guanchao: "Pervert!"

Song Guanchao coughed lightly: "It's a normal physiological reaction, don't mind it, it will go away in a while."

Chen Yirou turned her head away not to look at him, but her heart was racing.

And she felt like there was a cat scratching inside, her eyes uncontrollably wanting to glance down.

With peripheral vision, she noted his bulge stretching the fabric like an open umbrella, barely hiding but clearly conveying its hardness.

Her legs rubbed slightly, toes instinctively tightening.

At that moment, the adjacent stall door suddenly opened.

Hearing this, Song Guanchao immediately stood: "Let's go."

In his haste to stand, Chen Yirou didn't have time to react.

Her legs gave way, causing her to fall.

Song Guanchao quickly caught her.

She fell into Song Guanchao's arms, her softness pressed against his chest, leaving him feeling blissful.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Like jolted by electricity, Chen Yirou pushed herself away from him.

"Glad to hear that."

Song Guanchao had no time for reminiscing; if that addict got away, who knew when the next one would be found.

He pushed open the door, stepping forward, but Chen Yirou was a bit slow to react, still standing there.

Thus Song Guanchao bumped right into her.

Ironically, his bulge pressed perfectly into the crease of her backside.

It fit perfectly, just right.

The pressure made Chen Yirou's entire body go soft, her mouth releasing a moan that made Song Guanchao's scalp tingle.

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