Chapter 3： Try hard to cater (1/2)

”Click...” The door was opened, and the sound of locking again, like a hammer, broke her last line of psychological defense.

But then, there was no longer any sound, as if it was just her illusion.

Xin stopped a few beats suddenly, bit her lower lip, and slowly got up from the bathtub. Carefully, dry the water drops on the body.

Because the man in black said that Quan always likes to be clean.

The moment she unscrewed the doorknob, she almost exhausted her whole body's strength, walking out of here, she completely lost her self-esteem.

However, she had no choice.

The master bedroom is quiet, but there is a smell of cigarettes that seems to be wafting, a bit spicy.

The lights in the room had been extinguished, and only a faint moonlight poured down from the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on the back of the tall mountain.

Is that her employer?

Under the silver moonlight, his figure was colder than the moonlight, and it was far away.

There seemed to be a magical force that made her move forward step by step, and finally, wrapped in a bath towel, lay on the wide bed.

When she got here, she was unable to turn her head back, anyway, it was only overnight, she could do it.

”President Quan...”

She spoke, but her voice stopped abruptly.

He spit out the last cigarette ring, pressed the cigarette in his hand fiercely into the ashtray, and opened his mouth with an icy voice, with a sharp touch, ”Why, can't wait?”

Lin Moge's body trembled slightly, and sure enough, he regarded her as those dirty women.

But she didn't refute, because she lay here just for the money, so she was not qualified.

The rustling was the sound of a man's clothes falling to the ground. Then, the bed was pressed down, and a tall figure abandoned the cold moonlight behind him and leaned over.

With the smell of cigarettes, and a strange and cold breath.

With both hands tightly holding the bath towel that wrapped her, it seemed that that was her last hope.

However, the man just stretched out his hand and easily tore off the last fig leaf.

Her smooth body was exposed to the moonlight, and her big hands accurately grasped the soft, startled body stiff, from head to toe, biting and cold.

He did not pity, stepped up his efforts, and squeezed out a lovely flower.

”Pain...” She cried out from the pain, her voice as weak as a mosquito.

He didn't pause for a moment, not even a prelude, and pushed forward rigidly...

”what……”

The tearing pain and boundless fear drowned her in an instant.

But before she came back to her senses, a greater pain came again, as if to tear her to pieces.