Chapter 880

"How about we hit a different spot, babe?" At the center of the dance floor, a man approached Lisa with a provocative invitation. She tossed her head, letting her long hair flow freely for a change. "Where to? Your place, maybe?" The man leaned toward her. "Sure, if you'd like." Lisa gave the man a firm poke on the forehead, halting his advance. "I think my bed would be more suitable." "Yours sounds good too." The man smirked. She leaned in closer. "My bed happens to be an operating table..." The man chuckled, thinking she was teasing him. "Whoa! Are you planning on digging out my organs or something?" She pointed her finger onto the corresponding spots on the man's body. "Exactly." The man was taken aback. Before he could react, Lisa pushed him away with her finger. Exhausted, she left the dance floor. Whistles rose from the onlookers, and some men even reached out wanting to help her down. She gave a disdainful laugh, spreading her arms toward Logan who was sitting nearby