Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Get out!” Two cold words sounded between them. The voice was a deep baritone and was magnificent as if torn from silk.
Fang Chixia had come in for so long and only now did she notice that there was someone else inside. When she looked up, her breathing hitched as she saw the face in front of her.
It was a handsome face.
No, handsome was an understatement. Words would only pale in comparison, and could hardly be used to describe the man in front of her eyes.
Every stroke and outline of his facial features were so exquisite it was impeccable. The best painters would not be able to draw the perfect outlines of his face and nose. The enchanting look in his eyes seemed like it was going to suck out a person’s soul.
Those dark pupils were as deep as the sea, there seemed to be a trace of brightness flowing in his cold and shining eyes, and his temperament was magnificent like an emperor of the night.
The shape of his lips was also very beautiful, they were thin as the petals of a rose and there was a soft luster to them. Few could make people take off on a flight of fancy with just the shape of their lips alone.
This was a man loved by God. There was an indifferent air to him, but it was dazzling enough to make people stare at him, having lost all restraint.
As the myriad of thoughts swirled around her mind, Fang Chixia stared at his face. Driven by the effects of the drug in her body, she suddenly had an overwhelming impulse to rush over and kiss him.
However, this feeling that had just appeared was pulled back by the roar of that b*stard outside the door.
“Fang Chixia, come out! You, hit harder!”
Outside the room, Fang Rong’s clamor continued, and it seemed like he had no intention of stopping.
The rationality that was about to drift away in Fang Chixia’s brain was forcefully brought back and she looked at the man beside her for help.
“Help me!” Her gaze was helpless and her panicked eyes were like a deer, clear and innocent.
Fang Chixia was very nervous. She really was afraid that he would push her out the next second.
Looking at Fang Rong’s indomitable manner, if she went out like this, it would be over!
She was ready to beg for help. However, the expression of the man in front of her did not even change. He only said coldly, “Scram!”
His tone was filled with strong disgust. It felt like he was a God high up in the air as if it would be blasphemy by speaking more than a few words with her.
Fang Chixia did not expect to meet such a heartless person. There was a wolf in front of her and a tiger behind. Stuck in between, she could not advance or retreat.
There would not be a good end either way, and she had nothing to fear. Lifting her chin, she replied with the same arrogant attitude as him, “Show me how you roll1 first then!”
Luo Yibei’s deep eyes narrowed dangerously and a murderous air rose around him.
Fang Chixia shivered from his terrifying gaze and took a few steps back. She held the door handle and wanted to rush out. But when she thought of how Fang Rong was still waiting outside, she resisted the impulse.
Outside, several people had been banging on the door for a long time, but there was no response from inside the room at all. Fang Rong was furious and wanted to knock the door down himself, but he had just raised his hand, he seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said, “Who is staying inside?”
His words reminded the several attendants who had been trying to get the door open for some time.
When they looked up, the room plate ‘1573’ seemed to drill into their minds. Almost unconsciously, beads of sweat started to drip down from them and a collective shudder ran down their spines.
“Y-Young Master Luo…” One of the attendants explained as he trembled.
“Which Young Master Luo?” Fang Rong was stunned for a moment, then he turned pale.
“Rongxi International?”