Just such a simple action of zippering made the heat all over her body surge up even more intensely. She didn't know how long she could hold on.
She even had an unconscious thought. Even though the man lying on the ground now existed like a nightmare in her, he was still very tempting to her. After all, he was a man.
Ji Nuan continued to bite her fingers, but found that the pain was gradually useless. She took a deep breath, staggered up, rushed into the bathroom, randomly turned on the shower head, and quickly turned it on Cold water in the blue direction.
It wasn't until the cold water drenched her that she finally felt that the terrible feeling of heat had been partially suppressed, but there was also a certain kind of heat inside her body, which was formed by the coldness outside her body. The terrible feeling of alternating cold and hot, the heat almost coming out of the body, as if two competing things were constantly tearing at the surface of her skin, and the one who was injured and in pain was herself.
She didn't know how long she had been tortured by this terrible alternation of hot and cold. Various vivid and fragrant scenes were constantly reflected in Ji Nuan's mind. She raised her head and let the cold water wash over her face. She leaned on helplessly. On the wall, I banged my head back and forth again and again in vain, as if even this pain couldn't hurt the pain of hot and cold tearing on the surface of my skin.
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While Ji Nuan was being tortured in the bathroom of the hotel room, several media outside the room who had been contacted by Ji Mengran had been waiting in secret.
There was a moment before when I seemed to hear something coming from the room, but now there was no movement.
These reporters are all new media outlets such as newspapers and magazines from underground small workshops. They have nothing to do with other large media. They get paid to do things. There are four or five of them in total. Seeing that there has been no movement, some people simply report it to Ji Mengran. Made a phone call.
"Hey, Miss Ji Er, there has been no movement inside for a long time. I don't know if the matter is done. Do you want to come over and take a look in person?"
"I know it's inconvenient for you, Miss Ji Er, to show up, but isn't this a critical moment and we are afraid of making mistakes? After all, if we want to destroy Ji Nuan with this kind of thing, we still have to listen to your instructions. …”
The person on the phone was about to speak when suddenly, a low and cold voice sounded at the corner of the VIP express elevator passage in the corridor: "Destroy Ji Nuan? How many lives do you have?"
For the first time, there was such a voice that made these reporters, who were always good at secretly photographing cheating scandals of various entertainment stars or scandals of wealthy families, feel a sense of fear in their hearts.
Several reporters who were hiding in the corner and still resisting the camera suddenly looked in that direction -
Maybe it's because the black clothes on the man's body are stained with the coldness of the autumn night, or maybe it's because the man is walking in this direction, his eyes stop at the room where Ji Nuan is currently trapped, and the cold aura around him is frightening. .
Nothing should have happened at the banquet Ji Nuan attended tonight. After all, it was a charity dinner arranged by the city leaders. No one in their right mind would interfere with such an occasion.
But Ji Mengran was different. She was driven into a panic and she dared to use any bad means to destroy her retreat.
It was learned that the power suddenly tripped at the end of the banquet, and Ji Nuan disappeared after that.
In less than an hour, on the way to the hotel where the incident occurred, I suddenly learned that there was something wrong with some of the red wine at tonight's banquet. Many of the glasses of wine were drugged. From that moment on, Mo Jingshen's There was always a hidden turbulence in his eyes, as if he couldn't see the waves, but there was already murderous intent hidden in them.
The reporters were shocked that Mo Jingshen actually arrived, and they all immediately stood up from the corner, only to see the man's still handsome face, with cold and deep features, and an even more expressionless expression.
When he walked in front of these reporters, he only coldly ordered the people following him: "Take them away." Then his eyes crossed, stepped on the cameras in the hands of the reporters that were smashed to the ground in an instant, and walked straight to the door. direction.
Shen Mu promptly grabbed the room card prepared by a reporter and the key to the directional lock that only hotel staff could use, and quickly walked over and handed it to Mo Jingshen.
The moment the door opened, there was a pungent smell of blood. The first thing Mo Jingshen saw was Sheng Yihan lying motionless on the carpet inside and the parts of his body that were already stained red with blood.
Shen Mu also saw this scene the moment he walked in, and his face was suddenly shocked: "This..."
Mo Jingshen only glanced coldly at the person on the ground who didn't know whether he was dead or alive. Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, he quickly stepped into the bathroom decisively.
The moment she opened the door, Ji Nuan was kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, with cold water pouring on her head and body, making the air in the bathroom cold. The little woman's face was washed pale by the cold water. There was no blood on his lips, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were closed, as if he was enduring great pain. The obvious bite marks on his neck were already red and swollen because they had been washed away by water for so long.
Ji Nuan was still trapped in the torment of alternating hot and cold. Suddenly, the cold water above her head was turned off for some reason. She opened her eyes in confusion. In the blur, she could only see a black figure that seemed familiar in front of her, wet. Suddenly a warm hand touched her head to prevent her from continuing to hit the wall mechanically. At the same time, a man's low voice, full of distress, sounded in her ears: "Stop hitting it again!"
She opened her eyes, but because she was no longer conscious, she doubted whether she was hearing hallucinations, and even what she saw was just a phantom. She didn't move, just frowned, and said in a hoarse voice: "No matter what kind of monster you are, ,Do not touch me… "
Seeing that she couldn't stay awake at all, Mo Jingshen was about to pick her up from the ground. However, the moment the man put his arms around her waist, Ji Nuan suddenly trembled as if she had been electrocuted. Could it be that Sheng Yihan had woken up? ? What else does he want to do
She hurriedly tried to struggle: "Don't touch me! Let go! Don't touch me!!!" She screamed hoarsely and lowered her head to bite his arm.
Mo Jingshen was bitten, but he hugged her tighter. He decisively picked her up from the cold, water-filled tile floor. He leaned down and placed his lips on her wet forehead soothingly. He kissed her, put it on her forehead and said warmly: "Don't be afraid, it's me."
"Let go... don't hug me... don't touch me... don't..." Ji Nuan was flailing and kicking her hands and feet as if she couldn't hear.
Mo Jingshen suppressed her struggle, unable to imagine what kind of fear she had just experienced, and held her tightly in his arms: "See clearly who I am, don't be afraid, eh? It's okay, I'll take you home .”