Chapter 3: Don't Let You Look

  "Are you still afraid of others taking you somewhere?" He had seen her rosy little mouth, and his throat suddenly went dry.

  He never kissed a woman like her before, but at this moment he had the urge to kiss her. To taste her small mouth, was it as wonderful as her body?

  The medicinal properties on her body seemed very strong, and she was still unconscious at this moment. She leaned her head to one side as if about to fall asleep, but occasionally opened her eyes again.

  He took her to his pre-booked hotel and as they entered the manager immediately came over, because she looked really unwell and was still wearing a mask on her face.

  "Sir... Who is this lady..."

  "Tell him who you are..."

  "Who am I......" Her hand was stuck on his chest, and she turned her head to look at the manager with a puzzled expression, "My name is... Tell him who I am..."

  How did he know who she was?

  She still hasn't come around, and is foolishly smiling. That damned smile of hers makes her small face flush red like an apple, with the tip of her tongue poking out from between her lips. The sight makes his body, which had just relaxed, heat up again.

  "She's my companion." He said in fluent British English, "Do you interfere with guests bringing friends back to the hotel?"

  "That's not what I meant." The manager hastily made way for him and let him carry the woman in.

  She stumbled into the elevator, and although she was unsteady on her feet, she still tried to push him away. As she leaned against the cool elevator wall, she felt a sense of relief. She tilted her head and asked, "Where is this?"

  "This is the hotel." He replied with a circular motion of his hand, seemingly finding the woman in front of him somewhat interesting.

  She was either regaining consciousness or pretending to be.

  "I won't enter the hotel." That's a place where bad girls go in, she is a good girl.

  "But you've already come in." The man found her words even more amusing. "Besides, you've done something even bolder than coming to the hotel, remember?"

  "Hmm..." The medicinal properties on her were too potent, and her body was still a bit weak and sore. She couldn't stand steadily and fell back into his arms as the elevator doors opened.

  "You're really good at pretending..." The man wrapped his arms around her soft and fragrant body, a hint of mockery playing on the corners of his mouth.

  "You're pretending, your whole family is pretending!" she shouted in discontent.

  The man couldn't help but laugh, what an interesting woman she was. He carried her out and opened the door to his room.

  "The bathroom is over there..." He pointed and began taking off his shirt.

  She stumbled past, her vision blurry, why were there several doors swaying in front of her? Then she bumped into the wall with a crash, hurting so much that she rubbed her forehead.

  "Really stupid..." He strode over, scooped her up and tossed her into the bathtub, starting to run water.

  He seemed to see bloodstains on her legs. When he lifted up her skirt, there was indeed a trail of blood from the top of her thigh down.

  Recalling the feeling of wanting her in the dark alley, it was so tight and suffocating. Her reaction was so awkward, could she actually be a... virgin?

  His forehead was slightly hot, but it was a woman he had just met, and he didn't need to care so much. Moreover, he never cared about that thing, but at this moment, he actually felt a few points of excitement and excitement.

  Especially when the woman was still splashing in the bathtub, her face became even more crimson, and she had an urge to see what she looked like under the mask, so she reached out.

  "Don't..." She opened his hand, "Don't look, don't let you look..."