I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

"Come, have a few drinks with me!" Feldman invited generously with a smile on his face.

The saint smiled slightly and replied in a panting voice: "Okay!"

Her voice was as clear as a silver bell, with a charming sweetness.

Seeing this stunning beauty, Feldman instantly forgot all the unhappy things, and only the fascinating figure of the saint remained in his mind.

Feldman signaled the bartender to pour two more glasses of wine, raised his glass, smiled and said, "Cheers!"

The saint gently raised her wine glass, her eyes sparkling, and gently clinked it with Feldman's glass, making a crisp sound.

Their eyes met over the wine glasses, as if at this moment, the whole world only had the two of them.

The wine in the glass sparkled charmingly under the light. Feldman and the saint raised their heads at the same time and drank the wine in one gulp.

The heat of the wine mixed with the passion in their hearts, instantly making the dim bar warm and hot.

"Your Highness, how have you been recently?" the saint asked softly, her voice flowing like a clear spring, her eyes filled with concern and tenderness.

Feldman's eyes suddenly became gloomy, and the smile on his lips disappeared without a trace: "Don't mention it."

The saint's hands were slender and soft, as if they could soothe all the pain. She gently held Feldman's face, her eyes full of tenderness and compassion: "Your Highness, please tell me about it."

Feldman looked at her slightly flushed cheeks, her smile as sweet as a blooming flower.

His heart, which had been suppressed for a long time by his parents, suddenly became active, like the first ray of spring sunshine shining into the frozen lake.

He thought to himself that if he tortured this beautiful saint to death, his father would not only not punish him, but would reward him instead.

Thinking of this, a feeling of excitement welled up in my heart.

Torturing the saint to death is much more interesting than those women.

Feldman picked up the wine glass and continued to drink and chat with the saint, pouring out his dissatisfaction and depression.

The sound of wine glasses clinking echoed in the bar.

"Your Highness, why are you so troubled?" the saint asked softly, her eyes full of questions.

"Trouble?" Feldman smiled bitterly. "You know what it feels like to never surpass your parents and always be controlled by them?"

The Saint nodded, a trace of pity flashing in her eyes: "I understand your feelings, Your Highness. Perhaps, you will feel better if you speak out your distress."

Looking at her gentle eyes, the depression in my heart seemed to be relieved a little.

He sighed and continued, "My father has high expectations of me, but I always feel like a puppet being controlled. I have no freedom and no choice."

"Your Highness, thank you for your hard work."

Feldman's arousal became stronger and stronger. He looked at her blushing cheeks with a hint of evil in his eyes.

At this moment, Feldman's heart was filled with complex emotions.

At that moment, time seemed to have stopped.

The atmosphere between the two became ambiguous, and the aroma of wine filled the air, as if adding a bit of intoxicating feeling to this moment.

When the passion reached its peak, Feldman took a sip of wine, his eyes became blurred, and his consciousness began to blur.

The effect of alcohol weakened his willpower, like a boat about to sink into sleep.

At this moment, Zhang Chen approached him quietly.

Zhang Chen was wearing a dark robe, his face was cold and determined, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

The big hands quietly covered Feldman's crown, with quick and precise movements.

Zhang Chen's palms were warm and powerful, carrying a mysterious energy.

His fingers trembled slightly, as if he was exerting special powers.

Feldman only felt a warm current flowing in from the top of his head, instantly filling his mind.

"Go and take good care of your mother!" Zhang Chen whispered to himself, with an irresistible power in his voice.

Feldman's eyes became even more confused.

Bring on a flush.

He stumbled towards the palace.

"Master!" the saint said coquettishly.

"You completed your mission well. You were able to make the prince infatuated, which shows that your ability to seduce is extraordinary!"

"Hate!"

"Let me find out how deep this skill is!"

So, Zhang Chen lifted up the saint's beautiful legs as if no one was around. Those long legs were as smooth and delicate as jade, and as flawless as a work of art.

Her skin glowed softly under the dim light, as if it was a masterpiece carefully crafted by God.

The pair of beautiful legs from the ankles to the thighs have smooth curves and graceful lines, which are very desirable.

The saint's figure is impeccable, with a slender waist as soft as a willow branch, yet full of strength.

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Her breasts are tall, straight and full, as if they were a gift from nature.

The curvy buttocks are even more attractive, outlining her figure even more perfectly.

Zhang Chen's eyes wandered over the saint's body, admiring her delicate skin as if he was appreciating a precious work of art.

His eyes were full of possessiveness and appreciation, as if at this moment, the whole world became irrelevant.

At this moment, the female bartender came over with a glass of liquor in her hand and a professional smile on her face: "Sir, please have a drink."

Zhang Chen took the glass of liquor, a cunning gleam in his eyes.

He picked up the cup of strong wine and poured it on the saint without hesitation.

The wine flowed slowly along the saint's skin, across her smooth legs, over her waist, and finally soaked her clothes.

The saint trembled slightly and felt a cool stimulation coming from her skin.

Zhang Chen looked at the effect in front of him with satisfaction, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It feels good."

"Give me a whole bottle!" Zhang Chen's voice was full of command.

The female bartender was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, quickly brought a bottle of liquor and handed it to Zhang Chen respectfully.

A trace of worry flashed in the saint's eyes. She gently pulled Zhang Chen's sleeve and said softly, "Master, you will get drunk like this."

Zhang Chen's eyes softened a little, but he was still firm: "What's wrong with being drunk?"

Without hesitation, he poured the entire bottle of liquor onto the saint.

The wine soaked her skin again and flowed down her curves.

The saint's body trembled slightly as she felt the cold stimulation, but her heart was filled with complex emotions.

The air in the bar was filled with a rich aroma, a mixture of alcohol, perfume and a hint of sex.

The dim light enveloped the entire space, creating an ambiguous and mysterious atmosphere.

There are various wine bottles on the bar, and the colorful liquids are sparkling in the glasses.

The booths against the wall were filled with women of all shapes and sizes, some of them were dressed luxuriously and behaved elegantly;

Some of them are dressed revealingly and look seductive and charming.

They were either chatting in low voices in twos or threes, or sipping the wine in their glasses alone, occasionally glancing at Zhang Chen and the Saint in the middle of the bar.

On the dance floor.

Several hot girls were twisting their bodies to the rhythm. Their movements were sexy and provocative, attracting the attention of the female guests around them.

Behind the bar.

A tall female bartender is skillfully mixing various cocktails. Her technique is elegant and quick, as if she is performing a wonderful show.

There are several artistic paintings hanging on the wall, most of which are oil paintings of half-naked female bodies.

It adds a touch of artistic flavor to this feminine space.

in the corner.

An old-fashioned gramophone was playing a lazy jazz song.

The melodious melody flows slowly in the air.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Chen and the Saint Girl at the bar.

The saint's snow-white skin looked even more attractive under the dim light. She was half lying on the bar, her clothes disheveled, and the fullness of her breasts was faintly visible.

Zhang Chen leaned over her, savoring this alluring body.

The women around were staring at him intently, some with envy on their faces, while others were excited.

There was an inexplicable restlessness in the air.

Zhang Chen's fingers wandered over the saint's soft skin, causing her to tremble.

The other women in the bar were attracted by this erotic scene, some showed envy, while others were excited.

The Saint bit her lower lip and panted softly: "Master... here... there are so many people watching..."

There was a hint of shyness in her words, but also a hint of expectation.

Zhang Chen smiled evilly, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Let them see, let everyone know that you are mine."

As he spoke, he placed his palm over the Saint.

Jelly, knead it as you like.

The saint's body suddenly tensed up, and a sweet moan escaped from her lips uncontrollably.

"Ah... Master... Please don't..."

Although the saint said no, her body became increasingly hot and she took the initiative to move closer to Zhang Chen's touch.

A hint of pride flashed in Zhang Chen's eyes, and his hands moved more boldly.

He wandered around the saint's snow-white neck, feeling her delicate skin.

The saint breathed softly and pushed away weakly with her hands, but she could not stop Zhang Chen from approaching.

The women around were staring intently, some even tightened their legs and swayed their bodies gently, as if they were enduring something.

The atmosphere in the entire bar became more open.

Her long, shiny golden hair fell on the bar like a piece of golden silk.

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, her face was red and her eyes were blurry.

Her skin was as white as jade, and at the moment it was slightly flushed, making her look even more attractive.

Those bright big eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist at this moment, making them look hazy and alluring.

His breathing seemed a little rapid.

Zhang Chen's eyes were fixed on her, his heart beat faster and his blood boiled.

He felt as if his sanity was being eroded bit by bit, and the desire deep in his heart became increasingly uncontrollable.

The saint lay on the bar, her body soft and flexible, allowing Zhang Chen's big hands to do what he wanted.

Wandering around.

After he had sucked up all the wine in his stomach.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, that feeling.

not bad.

She showed a faint smile, as if teasing Zhang Chen's nerves.

"Saint, you are so beautiful beyond words." Zhang Chen murmured in a low voice, with a hint of hoarseness and confusion in his voice.

"You've drunk too much." The saint responded softly, her voice as gentle as water, as if gently plucking Zhang Chen's heartstrings.

Zhang Chen leaned down and got close to her. He could feel her breath on his face, warm and sweet.

He gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, feeling the delicate touch, and his heart became more and more excited.