The 17th floor of the Baihao Hotel.

Xia Xiaomei tightened the drawing on her back, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door of the room.

The curtains were tightly closed, and the warm-colored lights in the room were a little ambiguous.

Not far away, a young man was sitting on the sofa.

At first glance, Xia Xiaomei was completely stunned.

She had never seen such a handsome man in her 20 years of life.

The man seemed to have just taken a shower and was only wearing a bathrobe. His wet bangs fell in front of his forehead, full of wildness.

His facial features were stiff and well-defined. There was a saying—Godly craftsmanship.

His nose was straight, his lips were thin, his chin was cold, and his whole face was like a painting in ink, which made people unable to look away.

However, this man... was so cold!

It was a kind of innate coldness. Even if there was no expression on his face, it was so cold that it chilled people's hearts.

This man was not only cold, but also had an innate noble aura.

All he needed to do was sit there without saying a word or taking any action. He was like a king who stood between heaven and earth.

No one dared to look straight at the momentum of a king.

Xia Xiaomei lowered her head and reached for the painting on her back. "Hello, I'm here to send you the painting."

"Come here."

"Ah?"

Xia Xiaomei thought that this buyer was very strange, but when she thought that her painting could finally be sold, a smile appeared on her face.

He took a step closer to the man.

The girl smiled unconsciously, like an icicle falling into boiling water. Wisps of hot air were sent into Mu Yunchi's heart lake.

There was also her graceful body, slender waist, long legs, and beautiful curves. Her waterfall-like black hair hung on her waist, which made her skin more white and transparent.

Mu Yunchi's slightly narrowed eyes were dangerous and hot as he looked at the girl in front of him. He always felt that he was about to lose his mind due to the burning desire in his body.

If it weren't for the fact that he was careless and had been secretly hurt by his opponent, he would have put aphrodisiacs in the wine glass.

If it hadn't been for the doctor's subordinates, they wouldn't have come back.

He would not sit on the sofa and wait.

But he didn't expect that the doctor who hadn't come to get the antidote was indeed a woman who came to him obediently.

With a bang, the door behind her closed without warning. The man stood up from the sofa. Xia Xiaomei was at a loss for what to do in an instant. She only felt that the oppressive and nervous breath swept toward her along with the approaching shadow.

Xia Xiaomei was nervous and her palms began to sweat. She summoned up the courage to say, "Sir, I'm here to send the painting. Can you open it first and have a look?"

The girl's voice was soft and sweet, and she was careful.

However, the male under the control of the drug had clearly lost his patience. A low and ice-cold voice sounded. "Take it off!"

The voice seemed to come from a distant hell and seemed to be trying hard to hold back something, which made the nervous Xia Xiaomei even more frightened.

The shadow that had completely enveloped her made her unable to react for a moment. When she was at a loss, the painting in her hand fell to the ground.

"Take off your clothes."

The man's hands grabbed her shoulders, and the low and cold voice came out of her ear again. She could even clearly feel his burning breath.

In a moment of panic, the man who couldn't wait fell on the big bed.

All of a sudden, a force pressed down from above, as if it was stimulated by something. It forcefully and forcefully squeezed into her lips and began to kiss wildly.