"Go... find Brother Leng a room."
Hans George raised his chin, and a subordinate came over to take Leng Xiaoxie to a room opposite.
The room was simply furnished, with a metal bunk bed in the middle.
"Thanks!" Leng Xiaoxie tossed the girl directly onto the bunk bed. Just as she was about to struggle to get up, he jumped on the bed and pressed her down, grabbed her hands, pulled a tie out of his pocket, and tied her hands to the bedpost.
The girl angrily shouted, "Bastard, let go of me... if you dare lay a finger on me, I will..."
Before she could finish speaking, Leng Xiaoxie had already reached out and pinched her face.
"I did. What are you going to do about it?!"
Without waiting for her to react, he let go of her face, jumped off the bed, and flicked his fingers.
Her face had so much powder that it almost came off in chunks!
Walking over, he locked the door, then returned to the bedside and leaned over toward her.
"Don't come near me!"
