C4 Yes it was getting worse and worse

"Scram, since when did Qin Ziheng's son become famous!" Xiao Menghan laid his body down in an even more comfortable manner, when suddenly, a stinging pain came from below. Xiao Menghan clenched her teeth, her eyebrows knitted together, and she really did it.

If he did not know Qin Shaobao's character, Xiao Menghan would have kicked the woman out of the bathtub a long time ago. However, he had some admiration for her for daring to provoke Qin Shaobao. However, from the looks of it, it didn't seem like it.

Glimmers danced in Xiao Menghan's eyes as the corners of her lips drew back in an enchanting curve.

The bathroom quickly became quiet again, and all the sounds outside also disappeared. Xiao Menghan did not move, and neither did the Mo Xiaoran in the bathtub.

Xiao Menghan suddenly felt that something was amiss, with a wave of his hand he pulled out a unconscious body from the water, looking at the razor blade in her hand, he cursed out loud.

He wouldn't give her artificial respiration, much less let her die in his bathtub.

Where is this place? Mo Xiaoran blinked his eyes with difficulty, and his consciousness gradually returned to his mind, forming a complete meridian.

The Director ordered Mo Xiaoran to infiltrate this high-class private club to obtain first-hand information for the newspaper's performance.

Originally, everything was going smoothly. She brought the web-bought small recording into the venue, but she didn't want anything unexpected to happen. Wang Yiling was also there.

Mo Xiaoran allowed Wang Yiling to escape through the side door, while he lured the bodyguards away.

Mo Xiaoran hugged her body tightly and curled up into a ball. Heat, an endless wave of heat attacked her body.

Mo Xiaoran gritted her teeth as her vision blurred. Where was this place?

The luxurious room, the white leather sofa, the huge bed, and the sound of water splashing could be heard.

Mo Xiaoran wanted to stand up, but she didn't even want to move her body. Endless heat surged out from every cell to tear her body apart.

She couldn't just sit there and wait for death. She had to crawl and leave.

The sound of the water stopped and the door opening. Then, a shadow covered Mo Xiaoran's head.

She raised her head, and the tall figure of a man swept past in her line of sight. Mo Xiaoran raised his gaze to the bottom of the bathrobe, and coincidentally saw the entire man.

The cold aura of the man after taking a bath mixed with Mo Xiaoran's breathing.

Mo Xiaoran's hands clenched into fists. He could not muster any strength, but he could feel that it was getting clearer and clearer.

After the sound of several cups clinking together, a strong aroma of coffee filled the room.

Mo Xiaoran was extremely nervous. Other than her beloved Xuan Peng, she would not allow any other man to touch her. They had agreed that on their wedding night, they would give everything they had at their best to each other.

After taking a sip of the coffee, Xiao Menghan knew that Mo Xiaoran had not left yet.

Xiao Menghan didn't like being alone with women, the feminine air that came out of the room made him tighten his eyebrows. He had never understood the need to care about women, he never wanted to get involved with any woman in his life: "The door is over there."

The underlying meaning was obvious. He did not want to save her, and it was already magnanimous of him not to pursue the matter of blackmailing her earlier. She was the first and would definitely be the last woman who dared to threaten him with a razor.

Mo Xiaoran also wanted to leave, but she couldn't do anything. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw something lying on the ground, Mo Xiaoran took out the blade from inside, holding it tightly in her hand, she slashed her left arm.

The blade fell onto the ground and a bright red liquid flowed down his arm. The heat in his body seemed to have found an outlet and left slowly.