"Water..."
Freya Shaw wriggled her body feebly. She was lying on a king-size bed in the luxury presidential suite. As she moved, the silk quilt gradually slipped down from her beautiful body.
A stern man was standing at the French windows. His face was as tough as a sculpture. Twirling the jade Beryl hairpin in his hand, he turned his head slightly to look at the woman in the bed coldly.
"Water..." Freya's throat was buring, she swallowed her saliva subconsciously. She looked around this dark room and cast her gaze to the figure by the window. Then she begged, "Water... I'm so thirsty..."
He slowly turned around and gave her a bleak look. Then he slowly walked to Freya with a whole bottle of whiskey, and handed it to her silently.
Freya grabbed the whiskey, unplugged the cork, and poured it down eagerly without noticing her naked body.
Her whole body was burning awfully after taking the philter. She drank the whiskey like a person dying of thirst in the desert. The spicy taste stimulated her to drink more ferociously. Some of the wine flowed out of her mouth and slowly toward her collarbone.
The man stared stonily at stonily until she was almost done drinking, and then ordered, "Get up."
Freya looked at the person in front of her in a daze, threw away the bottle unconsciously, and climbed out of bed in fear. "Where am I... What is this place... I want to go home..."
The man looked at the absentminded girl with a little doubt. She was about to go out, naked and limp. He instantly grabbed the handle and questioned in a domineering and displeased tone, "Are you going out like this? You're naked."
"What? What naked?" Freya subconsciously turned around, feeling a burst of inexplicable warmth rushing over her body. When the blood of the desire was about to pump up, She turned around and tried to push him away. But her weak hands could only support herself on his firm chest. When she looked up at his perfect face, her face blushed again. Freya looked at the man in fear and asked, "Who are you?"
The man sneered, "Who am I? You put the Jade Butterfly at the door but you asked me who I am?"
"Ah?" Freya looked at him blankly and asked, "What Jade Butterfly? I know nothing. I want to go home. I don't want to be here. Who are you? Why am I here?"
Freya spoke wildly, trying to restore her consciousness to recall something. However, because the drug effect was too strong, her body, which had just stabilized, leaned on him feebly. Her face was slightly leaning against his chest, gasping, as if she was seducing him...
The man stood still coldly, feeling that the girl in front of him was giving off a pure vibe. "If you want to leave, why are you still here? You've gone too far in this play."
"What?" Freya looked at him in doubt. "What play? I can't follow you. Let me go..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to push him away when suddenly her feeble hands were clenched by the man. Freya cried out softly, and her whole body had been pressed against the door by the man with the power as strong as a beast. Then she was kissed by him forcibly.
"Hmm..." The heat flow between Freya's legs rushed up in an instant, and her heart was fluttering violently. When she realized she had to struggle, his tongue, which seemed to be injected with magic, forcibly sucked her lips. Her tongue was sucked strongly by him. Everything was going out of control.
"What do you want to do?"
Freya blushed. She exhausted all her strength to push this man away!
