The cold floor couldn't alleviate the heat within her body; she didn't understand what was happening to her, but she just wanted to escape from here...
She looked up at the door, and with her last ounce of reason, she moved her body, kneeling on the cold floor, inching her way towards the door.
She had to leave, had to escape from here...
"Qin Feimo..."
Cold sweat continuously trickled from her forehead, slid down her cheeks, and seeped into the bruise from a beating, causing her body to tremble with pain.
The door opened, and five robust men walked in. Looking at Feng Jinglei crawling on the ground, the men seemed accustomed to the scene, smirking with indulgent, obscene smiles.
"Boss Xiong told us to take good care of this woman," one of the men crouched down and suddenly grabbed Feng Jinglei's chin, inspecting her delicate face.
"Even though she's bruised, her features are really striking, tender and smooth skin, must feel great to the touch."
