A rise in the temperature, the whole body seemed to be lighten by flame.
Bane Reed staggered to open the room306 and swiftly fell into the bed.
Although the alcohol had almost paralysed her brain, there was still one thought in her mind that could not be taken away by those men.
At that moment there was a heavy breathing responding in the dark room.
"Get out of here!"
Bane Reed was losing her mind when she heard the footsteps outside. 'Don't! Don't take me away, I can't go out. '
Bane Reed knew exactly what would happen to her when she was taken away by the hooligans.
She rushed at the man, holding on tightly to his clothes, saying, "Help me, please. I need you to call the police."
"Let go!"
"No, please."
"Get out of here!"
There was a trace of anger in the man's voice.
The wisp of reason in Bane's mind was going to be gone. All she knew was that she would not let go of the man's clothes.
There was a mixed look on the man's face as he listened to the approaching footsteps outside.
The men had been chasing him, and had done such wicked things as drugging him.
He was on the point of losing his mind, and this woman had to come to him at this very moment.
'It's not my fault, but don't regret it!
Bane had no idea what was going to happen next. Her only conscious moment was to grab the man in front of her, until a sharp pain from behind woke her up a bit.
Bane pushed her capers frantically, to no avail, her voice so hoarse that she could not make a sound.
The man swore under his breath, obviously not expecting the woman to be a stranger.
"I'm sorry, I'll be responsible for you."
Bane's tears flowed uncontrollably and she shook her head. Her eyes were so blurred with tears that she could not see the man's face.
Only hazy to see, that person's neck under a black tattoo.
As the hours dragged on, Bert Ron came to his senses slowly. He glanced at the woman next to him, and a faint trace of pity came to his eyes.
He had always had an aversion to women, and intimacy was almost impossible.
But this woman was different, and he knew the drug was only part of the reason.
The most important thing was that this woman was too much for his taste, just the scar on her chest could make him crazy.
At this moment, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.
Bert got straight out of bed, put on his clothes quickly, and opened the door.
"Boss, our people have come, let's seize the time to leave, pestering people are still here!"
Bert looked back at the woman lying on the bed, curled up like a fragile fledgling bird.
His voice became tender and he said, "You send a guard over here right now. Don't let this man leave here, and don't let anyone get in!"