A hushed murmur, the voice sweet and melodious, with a hint of intoxication, made the man in the darkness frown slightly. Yet, an inexplicable heat swirled within him.,At 4 a.m., Qiao Anmu opened her eyes. The alcohol had worn off halfway, and the soreness in her waist, along with the even breaths beside her, startled her.,Joanne jolted awake, got out of bed, and put on her clothes. She glanced back at the man lying in bed, still too afraid to turn on the light. If this old geezer ever found out what happened, she would have nightmares for life.。