When he reached the second floor, Zhao Dong's scalp prickled. The entire level was filled with private rooms. How am I supposed to find her?
Song Qingwan was in imminent danger; there was no time to search room by room. Just then, a disturbance sounded from a private room not far away.
Nourished by Spiritual Energy, Zhao Dong's hearing had become exceptionally sensitive. He instantly caught the sound and ran straight toward the end of the corridor.
In the private room at the corridor's end, Li Tong'an had already carried Song Qingwan onto the bed.
After taking a quick shower, Li Tong'an emerged, looking relaxed. On the bed, Song Qingwan was barely conscious, her body trembling slightly like a ripe fruit waiting to be picked.
Gazing at the stunning beauty on the bed, a feverish glint flared in Li Tong'an's eyes as he pounced on her like a ravenous wolf.
Song Qingwan was drifting out of consciousness, with no awareness left to resist.
