So how should it be described, sharing the same bed?
To be honest, Miss Wen, this is somewhat kitschy.
Forced collective pleasure, even shared among each other, even Lord Stomach would consider such methods sophisticated, wouldn't he?
The most exaggerated part is not even that, as a model of a distinguished lady, Miss Wen not only turned this place into a hall of pleasure without blinking, but she didn't even spare herself.
Even her part was reflected, proving that she didn't keep herself out of it.
Another point can be explained by this; despite not being a laid-out trap, she casually echoed her conspiracy theory, never out of impulsiveness.
That somewhat immature posture was just a cover for this major move.
Can we only say everyone is so ruthless today? Much like Professor Lisa, who silently poisons herself along with others.
But with it comes a problem: Professor Lisa poisoned us implicitly to keep everyone here.
Then what is Miss Wen's purpose for doing this?
