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"Help! Help! " In the dark corridor, Qin Youle staggered, bent her back, and struggled to hold the wall. She was sweating, and even her long eyelashes were wet with sweat.

Her eyes were blurred.

Qin Youle was dizzy and couldn't see anything clearly. He kept whispering help.

Behind her, in a door not far away, in a VIP room, a sharp nosed producer was humming a song in the bathroom to take a bath.

"Help..." Qin Youle, who was losing his strength and was about to lose consciousness again, saw a tall, big, thin figure in front of her.

She reached out and grabbed his skirt. "Help me, help me." In the whisper, Qin Youle gradually lost consciousness

The white waves rolled and the hotel bed shook squeakily.

The body was completely opened. The heat and ups and downs made Qin Youle flustered. In her confusion, she shouted: "no!"

In exchange for more violent aggression by men.

It hurts all over the body, especially the head.

When Qin Youle opened his eyes, he felt like this.

She rubbed her forehead, and her snow-white arm slipped out of the quilt. The feeling of emptiness between her body and the quilt surprised her that she was not dressed.

Qin Youle lowered his head in horror and opened his chest. When I saw the quilt in front of me, ah, after a scream, Qin you was very happy and nearly collapsed.

"Wake up?" The man with his back to Qin Youle sat gracefully on the sofa. His slender fingers twisted out the smoke in his hand.

Song Tingchen slowly turned around, his perfect figure like a model loomed under the white nightgown, and his handsome face was like the most perfect masterpiece of God.

He was watching Qin Youle's high face smile, which made Qin Youle feel that every cell in his body was solidified.

She opened her eyes in surprise and looked at Song Tingchen strangely: "song Tingchen? Why are you? "

"Who else do you think it is?" Song Tingchen stepped away from his slender legs, went to the bed and looked at Qin Youle's lips.

His beautiful fingers picked up Qin Youle's chin: "there's nothing to say to your life-saving benefactor?"

"What can I say? Thank you for saving me or for taking advantage of me. " Qin Youle's face was cold and pushed song Tingchen's hand away.

She looked around and then looked at Song Tingchen: "where are my clothes?"

Song Tingchen raised his chin slightly and nodded towards the position of the sofa.

Qin Youle was about to get up, but he suddenly sat down wrapped in a quilt: "give me your clothes." She looked at Song Tingchen and said. The words are very calm, cool enough to make people feel indifferent.

Song Tingchen frowned slightly, and his eyes slipped a little dark, but his face was more aggressive. He looked at Qin Youle. Instead of going to the sofa, he sat down next to the bed.

Qin Youle grabbed his chest as if hiding from the plague. The quilt in front of the bed leaned towards the head of the bed.

"What? Want to run away? " Song Tingchen stared into Qin Youle's eyes and sneered.

"Run away? What can I run? " Qin Youle stared at Song Tingchen.

Song Tingchen's eyes were cold, but he smiled: "yes! There's nothing to run. If you run, you can't run. "

"What do you mean?"

Song Tingchen curled his lips and smiled. In Qin Youle's confused eyes, he reached out to slide the screen of his mobile phone away and shook it in front of Qin Youle.