His room was very large, similar to hers, more than sixty square meters, and the decoration was masculine and grand. At 0:15 midnight, she specifically checked the time on her phone, crossed a section of the screen, and finally saw him lying on the bed.
man.
He was not alone in the room, there were several men standing beside the bed, respectfully serving the emperor.
And the person being served was really arrogant. He was lying on the bed like an emperor, lying motionless. He didn't know whether he was awake or asleep.
He was completely naked, with a white bath towel covering his waist and hips. Four men, presumably masseurs, were kneeling beside the bed, massaging his thighs and arms respectively.
There was a heavy sense of oppression in the room, emanating from him.
It was the first time she saw someone who was being served like an emperor. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, but it was not strong. It was covered by the smell of shower gel. The lights in the room were not bright, but his good taste was revealed.
Her figure and good complexion were exposed in front of her.
Chang Che lay on the bed with his head facing the other side, so he didn't see her come in.
When Lu Ting saw that it was her who came in, he nodded slightly towards her, leaned over and whispered a few words into Chang Che's ear.
As expected, Chang Che tilted his head, his bright peach blossom eyes seemed to reveal his domineering self-control, and he was a little surprised to see her standing there.
"Why are you here?"
She couldn't see the slightest sign of weakness in his serious illness, she just felt that he was more attractive. Even lying lazily on the bed could not hide the strong aura around him. He was obviously enjoying himself, his posture was so leisurely and comfortable.
Like an emperor.
Suddenly Qiongying became angry as if she had been tricked: "Let me see if you are dead."
"Are you disappointed that I'm not dead?"
He suddenly smiled and waved his hands gently. Several masseurs who were doing muscle rehabilitation for him stood up and followed Lu Ting out.
When Lu Ting passed Qiong Ying, he paused and said in a respectful and humble tone: "Miss Fu, the young master will apply medicine in five minutes. Since you are here, I will trouble you."
After Qiong Ying waited for the outsiders to leave, she walked to the window in three or two steps and slapped his butt hard with her hand: "Of course I'm disappointed that you're not dead. I thought the world was missing a scourge, but..."
She sighed, but didn't notice that he was inhaling in pain.
As a result, before she noticed it, the white bathrobe covering his waist and hips slowly began to seep with a hint of red, like a blooming pear blossom.
Qiongying gasped in shock and quickly went to lift the bathrobe covering his waist and hips.
Chang Che quickly grabbed her hand and smiled with a pleasant expression: "You can go to someone else's house in the middle of the night to see a man, and you won't be afraid of getting pink eye!"
When he said that, Qiong Ying blushed instantly.
"You, are you really hurt?" She looked at the pear blossoms with blood blooming and looked at him apologetically: "Blood..."
Chang Che supported the bed with his hands and looked behind him with his head as wide as possible. He frowned slightly, but didn't really care. Then he lay down lazily, resting his head on the pillow, and looked at her with a half-smile: "I knew you didn't
He came to see me so kindly because he was afraid that he would kill me again if I was still alive."
Qiong Ying looked closely at his face at this moment, and finally realized that he actually looked very bad, and there were a few drops of cold sweat on his head.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were really hurt. I'm going to ask someone from outside to come in and deal with it for you." Suddenly, Qiong Ying was as helpless as a little girl who had done something wrong, and she was particularly worried about him.