While she was lost in a daze, Li Yin lost consciousness. She slumped onto the sofa like a salted fish.
The smile on Nan Mochen's face disappeared; he clapped his hands lightly.
A man in a black suit stepped out from the shadows: "Little President Nan."
"Take her away!"
"Yes."
Li Yin was taken away by the man, and a bloodthirsty look appeared in Nan Mochen's eyes.
...
Li Yin didn't know how much time had passed when she woke up.
She was lying naked on the bed. The soreness reminded her constantly of what had happened!
She felt a bit horrified inside.
But when she turned her head, she saw Nan Mochen standing by the window smoking, his back towards her, shirtless.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, solid muscles.
Li Yin breathed a sigh of relief: so it was him.
However, something seemed off, shouldn't he have lost consciousness and she slept with him? Why was it the other way around?
"Awake?" Nan Mochen stubbed out his cigarette and turned around.
