Chapter 97: We've Already Shared a Bed

The next second, Lu Ping moved!

He dashed forward with the speed of lightning, delivering a kick that sent Chen Lu flying into the wall with a heavy thud.

Then, in another swift movement, he grabbed Chen Lu by the neck and tossed him toward the window like a sack of potatoes.

Crash!

Chen Lu could only feel his nearly three-hundred-pound body being as light as cotton in Lu Ping's hands.

After a sensation of weightlessness, he crashed through the glass window, flying out and landing heavily on the ground below.

Luckily, they were only on the second floor, and Chen Lu's body was cushioned by his own fat, which saved him from dying on the spot.

"Ziyan, how are you?"

Lu Ping quickly helped Qiao Ziyan up, asking with concern.

At this moment, Qiao Ziyan's complexion was deathly pale, her eyebrows tightly knitted, and her body couldn't stop trembling.

She was somewhat intoxicated!

"Drinking so much alcohol, you really are foolish," Lu Ping shook his head.