Retro wooden wall skirts, carved with gold rattan relief patterns.
Ji Anan opened his eyes slightly and smelled a strong aura of lust.
She turned over and bumped into the hot male body. The man behind her groaned, and his rough palms penetrated along her collar, with a precious black gemstone ring on her index finger.
How much wine did Ji Anan drink? She has no memory of how she climbed into this bed.
"Let go...ummm..."
Her fair skin was covered with hickeys, showing that she had been lovingly loved half the night before.
His sore and swollen body was powerless to resist, and his moans melted into the man's deep breathing.
The man's burning kisses were on her neck.
The aura of a king invaded her breath forcefully and domineeringly.
A lovely night.
When she woke up the next day, she was lying alone on the luxurious bed in the presidential suite, as if she were a mutilated doll.
When she moved her body a little, the soreness between her legs made her gasp.
It hurts so much.
Ji An'an forced himself out of bed, with a splitting headache and dense love marks all over his body.
She vaguely remembered that before she fell drunk, a handsome figure walked towards her under the shadow of flowers——
Black gloves, English-style coat with gold-trimmed cuffs.
Baroque vintage cross brooch, pin a double chain through the lower left pocket.
He is like a dark and transformed emperor, exuding evil madness...
She accidentally bumped into his arms and hugged him tightly, mistaking him for Gu Nancheng.
So, that bastard took the opportunity to take her away and...possessed her.
Ji Anan tried hard to remember, but couldn't remember his face.
Don't even know who he is...
I attended a birthday party last night and celebrated on the fourth floor of the Nepali Hotel. The fruit wine was so delicious that she couldn't help but drink more. Who knew it could be so powerful that it could get her drunk? She only remembered that her head was dizzy and uncomfortable, and she planned to go out.
Breathe, what happened next is completely fragmented! When she woke up, she was lying in the presidential suite on the third floor, with shameful hickeys all over her body.
Ji Anan saw the eye-catching red blood on the white bed skirt, and tears of shame and anger flowed down her face. Should she call the police?
If this kind of thing is made public, it will only affect her studies. How will others see her in the future?
Ji Anan cleaned up in the bathroom and ignored the golden Supreme business card thrown on the bedside table - the man who took possession of her last night, the frightened emperor in S City, Beiming Shaoxi.
"Ding dong!" The mobile phone received a multimedia message.
Ji Anan's eyes were swollen from crying because she lost her virginity. When she clicked on the MMS message, it turned out to be a video of a man and a woman entangled.
Her boyfriend Shi Zihan and Ji Xinxin, the eldest daughter of the Ji family.
…
In the coffee shop, bright light flows through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows.
Ji Anan opened the door and walked in with a cold expression.
Ji Xinxin sat enchantingly on Shi Zihan's lap and hooked one hand around his neck, "Your walking posture is very strange. Did you do that too much last night?"
Ji Anan's palms itched and he wanted to slap him: "Did you put medicine in my wine?"
Ji Xinxin's hand went down Shi Zihan's collar and stroked his chest: "I don't understand what drugging is. Are you really MAKE-LOVE with a man?"
"An'an, I misjudged you." Shi Zihan looked disgusted and struck preemptively, "For three years, you haven't let me touch a finger. You hid it from me..."
Ji Anan looked at him in surprise. This man, who usually begged to be with her, turned his back and was ruthless.
"How long?" Her voice was calm, with a sneer on her lips.
Looking at Shi Zihan's handsome face, I just feel sick!