In the luxurious VIP suite.
Lin Chu lay under the covers, not a thread on her.
The marks left on her by Lu Huai'an last night were still very obvious, her fair skin covered with bruises, not a single spot unscathed.
Shocking to behold.
Lu Mingchuan, who originally intended to do something, looked at the unconscious girl and suddenly felt a twinge of pity in his heart.
Half a minute later, he turned over.
He just held the unconscious girl in his arms without any other motion.
Picking up his phone, he composed a message and sent it out, "The drug's effect lasts about an hour, just estimate the time and bring her over."
After hitting the send button, he casually tossed the phone aside.
On the cabinet beside him was a goblet and a bottle of red wine.
His well-defined fingers held the stem of the glass, and as he slightly swayed, the dark red liquid inside exuded a rich aroma, slowly blending with the scent of incense in the room.
…
Lin Chu seemed to have had a dream.
