"Don't... don't touch me..."
"Go away..."
"You hooligan, beast, beast!"
"You can't do this to me, you can't... boohoo... boohoo..."
...
It was 10 o'clock in the night in England.
It was located in the villa with the best location and the best view.
Rong Jin's eyes, which had just been shut, suddenly opened.
Damn it!
He was lying on a custom-made soft bed, covered with a thin black velvet quilt that was as soft as silk. His arms were naturally placed on both sides of his body.
After his sleep was disturbed, he could catch a thin ball of anger in his eyes even in the dark night.
He reached out and pressed the remote control on the bedside.
The big bedroom, which could accommodate nearly a thousand people, was suddenly as bright as day.
The warm yellow light illuminated Rong Jin's beautiful face.
His eyebrows were like a painting, with a pair of light brown pupils. His skin was rare white, his features were perfect and three-dimensional, and he had a delicate and handsome look unique to the oriental face.
Rong Jin rubbed her forehead, propped herself up, and leaned against the head of the bed.
His mind was in a mess, disturbing his sleep. When he heard it, he knew that the woman was being forced to make a description of the sex between men and women. She could only express it with physical actions and do more intense exercise.
As the lights on the second floor were turned on, the quiet atmosphere of the whole villa changed, as if it was covered by layers of suffocating gloom.
All the servants perked up and were ready to fight.
In the hall.
Feng Zhilin's face was cold. His tall and straight figure was dressed in a hand-made black suit. He stood up straight.
"An assistant."
The maid came down and pointed to the second floor.
He took a look and got someone to prepare a cup of white water with suitable temperature. He also got the maid to take two white pills from the room where the medicine was usually placed. Then he went upstairs with a plate in his hand.
He walked into the bedroom and knocked on the door.
Knock knock knock—
From inside came a man's clear and magnetic voice.
"Come in."
With permission, he pushed open the door and entered.
He looked at the man respectfully and stood on the right side of the big bed. "Mr. Rong, this is Dr. Zhuang's latest sleeping pill."
Rong Jinchu's expression was cold and cold, and her beautiful, dark-red, thin lips were pressed together into a thin line.
He took the glass and glanced at the sleeping pills in his palm, but he didn't say anything.
In her mind, there was a burst of sobbing and intermittent crying.
"Boohoo... Boohoo..."
"Beast..."
"Is it over?"
He held his forehead with a headache, raised one hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows, and threw away the sleeping pills irritably.
Ever since he woke up from an accident when he was young, a female voice would often appear in his mind.
The voice had accompanied him for 20 years since he was a child.
At first, he could still fall asleep with drugs, but as time went by, sleeping pills had no effect on his body.
Every time he fell asleep, he would still be awakened by this voice.
As he looked at the sleeping pills on the ground, he did not even dare to breathe heavily.
Young Master Rong was very agitated.
Rong Jin put the cup of water back to its original spot. Even though her chest was filled with anger, she still maintained her good self-cultivation. She did not do anything that would ruin her manners because of her unhappiness.
He frowned and pondered.
Soon, he looked up.
His light brown eyes were full of gloom.
"Are we almost done with the preparation?"
"Yes."
Upon hearing this, the gloominess in Rong Jin's eyes gradually dissipated.
"Find that woman."
"Master Rong, what do you mean?"
"She's in China."