Ding—
The elevator stopped at the twenty-ninth floor of a luxury hotel.
The doors opened, and a young girl with exquisite makeup, an arrogant attitude, and dressed in a sexy leather skirt hurriedly walked through the mysterious and dim corridor.
Two tall and muscular bodyguards followed her from behind, holding a slender girl of similar age on either side.
"Be careful, don't let anyone find out!" Angie whispered as she walked.
"Yes."
She led the way to a room door, stopped, pushed it open, and gestured. The two trained bodyguards threw the girl onto the Simmons bed.
Through the orange light on the wall, Angie looked viciously at the unconscious girl on the bed, her face showing disdain.
"Song Yinyin, you want to marry Kejun, don't you? You better see if you're worthy. Dreaming of marrying Kejun with just your looks—pathetic!"
She angrily patted the girl's tender standard oval face, her eyes radiating unrestrained malice.
It was truly a face that mesmerized men and made women jealous—
Thin eyebrows like willow leaves, eyelashes long and dense like a comb, a petite and straight nose, a cherry blossom pink and moist little mouth slightly parted, her face flushed an unusual red, accentuating her enticing features.
Long, soft black hair cascaded down freely, covering the entire headboard and contrasting sharply with her snow-white skin, radiantly beautiful like the deadly Medusa of Greek mythology.
She's not only beautiful but also has an enviable figure, with a slender waist, and long limbs...
Looking at this sweet and radiant face, Angie wished she could carve bloody lines on it with a knife.
Back then, it was Song Yinyin's beauty that bewitched Yan Kejun, wasn't it?
Suppressing her inner urge, she gritted her teeth and said, "Song Yinyin, soon you'll know that once your body is no longer pure, Kejun will loathe you! From today, he'll treat you like trash!"
She turned back to order the two men, "Go! Throw her onto the bed for me!"
The two men, being her bodyguards, dared not delay and immediately carried out her orders.
Having witnessed this process, a sinister smile finally appeared on Angie's face, indicating her scheme had succeeded.
She turned back and said, "You two, go find the gigolo I hired over and tell him to disappear right after the job is done; I'll leave the door open. Remember, tell him not to leave any evidence!"
"Yes."
The bodyguards left, and Angie's cold smile deepened as she looked at the girl on the bed.
Song Yinyin, you'll soon lose the qualification to marry Kejun because the prestigious Yan Family won't allow a woman of questionable conduct to enter their house!
When leaving the room, Angie did not close the door fully but didn't leave immediately either.
A few minutes later, she saw a man who appeared drunk, wobbling into the room where Song Yinyin was.
Thinking it was the gigolo summoned by the bodyguards, her face broke into a smug smile as she turned and left.
.........
Song Yinyin felt intensely uncomfortable, her chest seems like it was crawling with millions of ants, itching unbearably, the overwhelming heat almost emptying her of strength.
She was very thirsty, desperately needing water.
However, her body seemed to be tightly pinned down by something heavy, rendering her unable to rise.
She was powerless, her mind dizzy.
Her eyes barely opened, vaguely glimpsing a face with a sharp contour, but it was veiled in darkness, making it impossible to see his features.
"Who..."
A voice roared inside her mind.
No—
She instinctively pushed the other person away, but her hands were tightly clasped.
(The new story has begun, you can search for Xiaohu's new book "Sweet Time Only for You," and all you little angels are warmly welcome ^^)