There were two people in the presidential suite at the Grand Banquet Hotel, and the room was pitch black.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
Was she dreaming? Why did her body hurt so much!
What was wrong with her consciousness? Was she dreaming?
"Bear with me for a little longer, and it won't hurt anymore." The man's deep voice travelled into her ears. He sounded like he was suppressing his s*xual desire.
"Mm!" Cyan Gienger groaned as she felt slight discomfort.
The room was very dark. The man could not see the woman's appearance clearly, but he could sense her clean and pleasant body scent as well as her beauty.
He did not know how long it took before he stopped. He let out a deep, lustful breath.
He looked at the woman, who had fainted beside him, and his field of vision went black. The darkness engulfed him.
When Cyan opened her eyes again, she felt as if her whole body had gone through a car crash. She was weak and in pain, like she was almost falling apart.
She slowly sat up with her eyes half closed. Where was she?
She remembered she came to the fifth floor to get some documents for Myra Gienger.
"Hello, what's the room number you've told me? Where are the documents?"
"Room 503, alright, I got it."
She remembered she was hanging up the phone.
She remembered noticing she was standing before Room 511, and when she was about to leave...
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