Back to the 80s: Raising my Wolfy Boyfriend-Chapter 286: Ma Qiaolan Trapped in the Dance Hall
The music started playing softly, and Xing Ying naturally retracted the glass of wine she had offered to Ma Qiaolan.
Her voice lowered as well, with a hint of nonchalance, "Junior, that’s not right. We’re out here to have fun. How can you enjoy yourself if you can’t let loose?"
As the music softened, several seniors slowly approached, making Ma Qiaolan’s unease more palpable.
The atmosphere in the room became instantly tense, and even though Ma Qiaolan was usually carefree, she knew something was off.
She put on a carefree smile, as if her prior unease had vanished: "Senior, I really don’t drink. You all go ahead and have fun; I’ll just watch you play."
Xing Ying laughed, a strange smile on her face.
She brought the glass she had poured for Ma Qiaolan to her lips and downed it in one go.
After drinking that glass, the expression on Xing Ying’s face changed, losing any semblance of innocence and friendliness.
She softly spoke to the sisters around her who had stepped forward, "Since the junior can’t drink, why don’t you teach her how it’s done?"
"Got it, Sister Ying!"
One of the girls, wearing a malevolent smile, slowly walked toward Ma Qiaolan.
"You can’t do this; I’m leaving!"
Seeing the situation turning bad, Ma Qiaolan turned and ran towards the door of the private room.
If not now, then when?
At the same time, she deeply regretted not listening to Gu Jin and getting involved with Xing Ying and her group.
As expected, Xing Ying and the others, experienced as they were, had anticipated Ma Qiaolan’s move and were prepared for it.
Before she could reach the door, one of the tall girls kicked Ma Qiaolan to the ground.
"Ungrateful thing, Sister Ying offered you a drink because she respects you. Who do you think you are, putting on airs?!"
After the girl kicked her once, she immediately followed with another kick.
Ma Qiaolan cried out in pain.
She clutched her kicked stomach, fear and panic flashing in her eyes, yet she stared intently at the door, showing a desperate desire to escape.
She was only two meters away from the door, just a few steps and she could have left the room successfully.
As Xing Ying and the others closed in on her step by step, Ma Qiaolan’s heart trembled.
Her inner fear drove her to use all her strength to scream.
"Help! Help!!!"
Xing Ying and her group exchanged looks and wore mocking expressions.
They glanced at Ma Qiaolan, who was lying on the ground clutching her stomach, as if she were a clown.
The room was well soundproofed, and even if the staff outside heard something, they dared not interfere.
As long as no one died, it was a trivial matter.
Hearing Ma Qiaolan’s piercing cries, Xing Ying signaled for two girls to restrain her and gag her with a cloth used for cleaning tables in the room.
"Mmm mmm..."
Ma Qiaolan glared at Xing Ying with a mix of fear and anger as she continuously resisted.
The game had just begun, and Xing Ying was in no hurry to play those old tricks.
She walked over to the sofa and sat down, and the girls immediately dragged Ma Qiaolan before her.
Xing Ying rested her chin in her hand, looking at Ma Qiaolan with eyes full of mockery and disdain.
An evil smile curled at her lips, "Ma Qiaolan, oh Ma Qiaolan, what do you think you are? I kindly brought you along to play, and not only are you ungrateful, but you dare to act superior? Perhaps you haven’t realized your own lowly status?"
