Darryl drank a lot that night. His face was flushed, but he was still sober.

"Brother Darryl." Eldest Phoenix smiled and leaned into him; she whispered in Darryl's ear gently. "It's getting late; let me accompany you to rest."

Eldest Phoenix hooked her hands around Darryl's neck as she spoke; her sultry eyes looked at Darryl.

Her debauchery was beyond Darryl's imagination.

Darryl kept an impassive expression while he muttered in his heart. He waved his hand and said, "Go on and take a rest. I'll sit a little longer!"

Celine and Queenie were still up; they were at the side. How could Darryl possibly retire to bed when he had no idea what would happen to them?

Eldest Phoenix was not angry at all, even though she had hit a snag with him. She gazed at Darryl with a smile. "What's the matter? Am I not pretty? You'll be so happy to be my man that you will laugh out loud in your dreams."

Eldest Phoenix was very confident about her figure and appearance.

She laughed.

'Really