the deep and magnetic male voice softly muttered this intimate form of address.
such a voice, such a tone, such an ambiguous feeling ...
it was too familiar ...
it was so familiar that she thought she had returned to the man's arms.
fang ziqian's body relaxed instantly. feeling the familiar voice and warmth, she stopped resisting and gradually sank into it ...
even if it was a dream, she was willing to ...
……
the next morning, fang ziqian was awoken by the sound of running water in the bathroom.
the moment she opened her eyes and saw the decorations in the presidential suite, fang ziqian immediately woke up and her face turned pale.
yesterday's memories gushed into his mind.
she remembered that at the charity banquet, she had been careless and was drugged by that old bastard, julius.
although she was desperately calling for help, she still couldn't control herself and fell down.