It was already eight o'clock in the morning when I woke up. The morning sunshine in Haicheng was warm and gentle, shining softly on the white sheets through the glass windows, complementing the light blue reflected from the ceiling.
Outside the window is the endless sea, with several large and small motorboats speeding on the sea in the distance. I twisted my delicate body, my legs were sore and swollen, and I felt an indescribable discomfort.
The scene from last night suddenly flashed through his mind. Liang Sheng was like a wolf walking in the vast desert. He finally caught the prey. He pounced on it and tore it tirelessly. The poor prey was exploited until no bones were left. .
I am the poor prey, and now I only feel that no bone or flesh in my body is intact.
By the way, where is Liang Sheng
In my mind, we seemed to have been entangled all night last night, until the dawn light fell on the carpet in front of the window, and I slowly lost consciousness. The last memory I have is that Liang Sheng, sweating profusely, was lying on my chest, then reaching out to help me talk about the bangs on my forehead.
I huddled on the huge double bed, and the seat next to me was already empty. Looking around, Liang Sheng's suit was gone on the coat rack. There was still half a bottle of red wine from last night on the bar. There was a faint aroma of wine and the no longer obvious aroma of roses in the room.
I lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed. The phone on the bedside table rang. I took it over and saw that it was a series of unfamiliar numbers.
"Hello, are you Miss Shen?" a cold female voice said.
I was slightly stunned, "I am, who are you?"
"Hello, Miss Shen, I am Mr. Liang's assistant Ning Jing."
"Hello, hello." I sat up straight and braced myself, "Assistant Ning called me for something?"
"I'm at the door of your room now."
I subconsciously looked towards the door and murmured: "You mean?"
She's at the door of my hotel room? Will she know that I am here and Liang Sheng asked her to come
I immediately got out of bed, put on my clothes quickly, and smoothed out the wrinkled quilt a little. I kicked Liang Sheng's slippers beside the bed into the bottom of the bed, and then ran towards the door.
Opening the door, Jing Jing stood at the door in a formal suit, with a standard etiquette smile on her face. She nodded to me, and then walked in.
"Did Mr. Liang ask you to come?" I closed the door and asked her in a low voice.
Jing Jing placed a bag of things on the coffee table, quickly opened it, took out a box of breakfast, and nodded lightly: "Well, Mr. Liang asked me to bring you breakfast. By the way, I'll tidy up the place."
I looked at the breakfast box she opened. There were three different flavors of porridge, two different flavors of soup, plus some eggs, soy milk, etc.
(End of chapter)