Lana Wilson dressing, the muscles at the corners of her mouth twitching, pointing at him, "You really... really have no face at all."
John swept across Lana's exquisite curves, his face became darker, and his eyes were even more sinister and terrifying.
John Smith sneered: "Heh..."
He calmly took out his mobile phone and played the words Lana Wilson yelled at the bar last night.
"That can't compare to how loudly you slapped your own face."
Lana blushed, "I... I... I was drunk. I didn't know... Besides, you forced me into this, I... I'm under a lot of pressure..."
John snorted coldly.
"Pressure?From your mysterious lover? Or from me?"He felt terrible just thinking about it.
Lana Wilson's eyes widened in shock, "How... how did you... how did you know?"
How could John Smith even kno
