The last rays of sunlight on the horizon are gradually dissipating, and a luxury car is driving into a villa with European architectural style.

Ling Feng gracefully stepped out of the car and opened the passenger door, looked at Xia Luoyi, who was already asleep, and frowned unhappily, wanting to pull this presumptuous woman out of the car!

But at this time, she was like a wounded little hedgehog, her body was weakly curled into a ball, and there were tears on her face without a trace of blood, and she looked a little pitiful and pitiful.

Just two hours ago, in the small space in the car, he unscrupulously took possession of Charlotte again, and after several vents, he had tortured her to the point that she did not look like a person, and even if she was satisfied, he did not want to let her go.

At this moment, Ling Feng seemed to hook his lips helplessly, picked up Xia Luoyi horizontally, strolled into the chic room, gently put her into the bed, took a breath, glanced coldly and turned into the bathroom.

Of course, this series of gentle manners is only thought of when she has compromised herself, otherwise she will not be soft-hearted to her.

......

Soon, Charlotte woke up, and she got up weakly, perhaps because she was too tired and sad to fall asleep.

She opened her pupils blankly and froze, and when she saw this strange and familiar place, she realized that she was in a wolf's den again.

At this point, while someone is away, she just wants to escape.

Xia Luoyi opened the door and rushed to the hall without hesitation, and saw a row of servants on standby, and the doormen and bodyguards who were eyeing her outside, which made her feel like she couldn't escape.

She had no choice but to retreat back, and before she could stand firmly, she was roughly grabbed by someone, her face turned white with fright, and her little heart was about to pop out.

"What's the matter?

Ling Feng looked at Xia Luoyi with cold eyes, as if he knew her thoughts at a glance.

Facing him like a cold-faced rakshasa, Xia Luoyi couldn't even breathe naturally, and her hands were pinched so painfully that she didn't dare to struggle.

"If you've had enough, can you please let me go back?"

Charlotte tried her best to maintain that calmness, and a voice that seemed to be a tactful plea sounded.

She didn't want to be a plaything in his hands for a moment, his violent possession like a vicious wolf scared her, and she rejected his touch in her heart, she really couldn't really surrender to him, she just wanted to stay away from him, but it seemed to be an extravagant hope.