Chapter 3
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The man wearing the mask didn't speak. His mouth held a trace of a cold smile. He just quietly looked at Zhou Manchun.
He had the confidence to get her. He wanted to play, play her to death.
The atmosphere was very strange. Zhou Manchun gently licked her dry lips, and the corner of her mouth let out a seductive moan.
"I … I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm here. I'll leave immediately." Separated by the air, Zhou Manchun could feel the dangerous aura of the man in front of her. She didn't dare to stay here. She just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
But the heat on her body made her more and more uncomfortable. She subconsciously pulled her bathrobe. She felt dizzy and wanted to find an exit.
She hadn't taken a few steps when a strong force suddenly came from behind and pulled her into his arms. Zhou Manchun was shocked. Her face was pale. The man behind her was tightly pressed against her body. It made Zhou Manchun feel an unprecedented sense of fear.
The man's nose was filled with the faint body fragrance of Zhou Manchun. This smell made him somewhat unable to control himself. Zhou Manchun instinctively used her elbow to push the man away. Just as she took a step, she fell heavily to the ground.
Zhou Manchun was on the verge of collapsing. Her mind was not very clear, but she vaguely felt that she had been drugged!
No, absolutely not!
For 22 years, Zhou Manchun had kept her chastity. Although she had dated Zhao Tianyu for three years, they had never crossed the line.
"I'm sorry. Please let me go. I can give you as much money as you want." Zhou Manchun powerlessly lay on the ground. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at the man. At this moment, she didn't even have the strength to stand up. Her whole body was soft. She was undoubtedly a turtle in the man's jar.
The man's thin lips suddenly hooked up into a cynical smile. Money? She talked to him about money!
That's right. The Zhou family was all like this. They thought that they were very rich, so they talked about money every time they opened their mouths. Even at the critical moment of life and death, it was all about money.
The man's anger was like a fire. He was immediately ignited by Zhou Manchun's words. His deep eyes were filled with hatred. He pulled Zhou Manchun up from the ground and threw her heavily on the bed.
What followed was the man's gentle kisses. Zhou Manchun couldn't resist and struggled, but the man seemed to have gone mad, tightly imprisoning her under his body.
He didn't know when it started, but Zhou Manchun actually took the initiative to cooperate with him. She, who was a virgin, seemed to be possessed. Every time he moved, he seemed to want to stuff her into his bones.
The night of passionate battle was filled with boundless spring scenery …
When she woke up, it was already the next morning.
Zhou Manchun opened her eyes. She had a splitting headache. Her body felt like it was being run over by a car, and she felt an intense pain.
An unfamiliar room, a man wearing a mask. Her mind recalled what happened last night. She pulled back the blanket in horror, and her eyes widened.
The pure white bedsheet was dyed with a light red bloodstain …
Zhou Manchun trembled slightly. Her eyes were quickly covered by a dense mist, and the sorrow in her heart was hard to describe with words.
On the bedside table, there was an exquisite mask. It was the Zorro mask that the man wore last night. Under the mask were five hundred dollar bills.
Hehe, what was this? Did that person think he was sold?
Five hundred dollars. Zhou Manchun never thought that her first time would be sold for five hundred dollars.
Zhou Manchun didn't dare to stay here any longer. She quickly put on her clothes. Before she left the room, she looked back at the room number, 1314.
This number was like a sarcasm, but it was more like a sharp knife, deeply gouging her heart.
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