When Luo Xiaoqian opened her eyes again, it was already noon the next day.
Her head ached a little, and the bones all over her body ached extremely, as if she had just fought a battle.
Looking at the gorgeous chandelier above her head, Luo Xiaoqian was still a little confused about the situation.
After a moment, she suddenly remembered something, sat up straight and looked behind her.
Fortunately, there are only pillows behind me.
Leng Zimo is no longer here!
Luo Xiaoqian wrapped the quilt tightly around herself in panic and looked around quickly.
The bedroom was extremely quiet, the bathroom door was ajar and there was no light.
The living room was also quiet without any sound.
That man doesn't seem to be here.
She breathed a sigh of relief, then cursed angrily.
"Leng Zimo, you fool..."
Halfway through her scolding, she stopped again.
She brought all this on herself, didn't she?
Although she didn't remember what happened last night very clearly, she also knew that the reason she was in the same situation last night was obviously because there was something wrong with the water she drank.
That thing couldn't have been prepared for her, it was just her own bad luck.
Moreover, Leng Zimo refused at first, but in the end, she begged him!
Raising her hand to press her still aching temple, she suddenly remembered something, quickly sat up straight and looked around again.
On the side of the bed, her clothes had long disappeared.
If she remembered correctly, there was nothing left to wear except the shirt she took off herself in the first place.
The camera on the tripod was gone, leaving only the tripod standing alone on the bedside, seeming to laugh at her stupidity and incompetence.
Noticing the things on the cabinet, her gaze froze.
On the bedside table, there is a neat set of women's clothing, from underwear to socks, from hats to sunglasses. There is no shortage of everything. On the lamp next to it, there is a hotel note.
"wait for me"
There are only two words on the note, not even a superfluous punctuation mark.
Just like him, the strokes penetrate deeply into the back of the paper, and every horizontal, vertical, and every stroke exudes a domineering and cold flavor.
Luo Xiaoqian raised her eyebrows.
Should he settle the score with her when he comes back?
I'm waiting for you, you big-headed ghost!
Only a fool would wait for you here!
Buzz!
Next to the bed, a mobile phone vibrated.
Luo Xiaoqian was startled and determined that the sound came from under the bed. She hurriedly bent down and took out her mobile phone.
Glancing at Xu Xia's code on the screen, she swiped the screen and answered the call.
