It was as if she had heard some kind of sound. The sound of rain? Or the sound of running water? It was clear and crisp as it struck her drums.
Mo shallow wrinkled her nose and continued to sleep in a different direction.
"Who's so noisy? Why can't I sleep? It's so noisy!" Then, a headache came, as if the brains were all blowing. Mo shallow closed her eyes and wanted to cut off the head and give it to someone, as long as it didn't hurt so much.
"I can't sleep anymore. I can't fall asleep!" Mo Mantan was in a bad mood. Her face was wrinkled into a dough. She pouted and opened her eyes.
"What time is it?" She mumbled from between her lips.
No one answered.
Why didn't her younger sister answer her? Mo shallow looked around slowly... Eh? This wasn't her little attic! It wasn't her two-story bed! She didn't see her toy, nor did she see her younger sister's toy.
What he saw was... a luxurious watch, a shiny chandelier, and an elegant set of furniture... "Oh my god, where am I?" Mo Mantan finally woke up. She straightened up and looked around in horror.
Her lips began to tremble... The more she trembled, the stronger she became... Was this a hotel? Or was it the so-called presidential suite that was only seen in magazines and novels?
"Ah..." Mo shallow screamed in fear and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
She blinked her crystal eyes and realized that she was naked and did not even wear a piece of cloth!
"Ah ah ah... I... Am I... ah ah... ah... ah ah ah... do I still need to live..." Mo coughed's ears finally returned to their original position. She followed the sound of running water and looked at the washroom. Through the door, she could vaguely see a man taking a bath inside. Although it was vague, she was sure that it was a tall, strong, and strong body... a hotel... a man... ah ah, ah ah... Mo said... she bit her finger hard and quickly blinked her eyes.
Sob, sob, sob. No way. What did she get... after she got drunk...
Mo shallow thumped her chest and stamped her feet. She was so panicked that she wanted to grab a bunch of her hair. She was like a small mouse without a tail, turning around on the bed. Finally, her mind was in a mess. She picked up the clothes thrown on the ground and the first one was her underwear with the pattern of a king. Unfortunately, the veins on her skin were pulled loose. She put them on with tears streaming down her face. While a man was still bathing, she fled in panic.
Hey! The door of the washroom opened and a strong man, who was 1.8 meters tall, walked out. He was wrapped in a white bath towel, and his long legs stepped out. He looked suspiciously at the suite. "Hmm? Where is that little thing? Could it have... run away?" The man gradually frowned, and there was dissatisfaction and annoyance between his heroic eyebrows.
"Damn it! Let's go!" The man's face was shockingly beautiful. He was handsome like a demon. His eyes were as deep as a pool. They were long and sharp, giving off a chill, which made people dare not look directly at him.
His hooked nose was very straight, giving people a feeling of extreme arrogance and arrogance. His thin lips were clear, revealing a hint of meanness and coldness.
In general, he was a fierce and cold guy who was not easy to approach.
He was handsome, but cold.
He opened the metal cigarette case calmly, took out a cigarette, lit it slowly, took a deep breath, and then exhaled a few smoke rings. Then he picked up the phone, dialed a number, and ordered, "Mr. Kang, check the woman last night... um, as soon as possible."
