"where to?"
He didn't say anything, and took her left and right, stopping at the back door of Cuihua Building.
The boy opened the door and welcomed them in respectfully.
"Why did you bring me here?" She frowned. She hadn't stepped here for a long time, and even the air was filled with the faint smell of powder and wine.
She didn't like the smell.
"You used to just play music in the atrium, so you probably haven't gone in to see how the girls and their patrons get along, right?"
"So what?" She knew what it was like without even thinking about it.
"What's there to see?" She turned around and left.
But he stopped her, half coaxing and half pulling her back: "I just want you to see, you didn't mean to leave on your own, and I want you to see what it's like when some men have lust."
She blushed, thinking of Wei Cheng's crazy appearance when he was entangled with her, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
"Don't you dare?" He saw her pause and looked at her.
"What are you afraid of?" She took out her hand and said, "Just leave, no matter what you do."
He smiled and took his hand back.
The girl's sleeves brushed against his fingertips, bringing with them the fragrance of jasmine for a moment, lingering around the tip of his nose.
He retracted his hand from his sleeve and twirled his fingertips quietly, as if to keep the smell.
She was very familiar with the roads in Cuihua Building, and Wei Zheng took her through several corridors.
It was already dark at this time, and there was a scene of drinking and feasting in the front. The bustling sounds of fist fights and laughter could be heard faintly. Behind them, there was the side room where the benefactor and the beauty were resting.
Different from the outside, here it is quiet and warm, and the hazy pink curtains hanging everywhere add a bit of charm and confusion.
There are small holes that can be opened on the wall of each wing. When you open the cover, you can peek into the room through the small holes.
Wei Zheng led her to a side room, opened the machine, and leaned forward to admire it for a while.
Shen Yinxiao stood aside in shock, watching him unabashedly spying on other people's rooms, with a bright look on his face, as if he was in an elegant hall at this moment, without any guilt.
She finally understood why Wei Cheng felt disgusted every time he mentioned him and asked her not to have too much contact with him.
He is truly a villain.
"look."
After he finished reading, he stepped aside, tapped the small hole with his chin, and motioned for her to come up.
She bit her lip and glared at him. He didn't feel offended at all, but found her appearance very interesting.
"You and Erlang must have done those things, right?" He folded his arms, his moon-white sleeves dangling, and leaned lazily on the wall on the side. He had similar eyebrows and eyes as Wei Cheng, but his expression was completely different, with a... Three points of evil spirit. "You won't miss a piece of meat just by looking at it."
She stood on tiptoe, holding on to the wall panel.
Seeing that she was looking hard and her toes were straightened, a sigh suddenly came from Shen Yinxiao's ear: "If I had known, I would have asked them to pretend to be shorter."
As soon as she finished speaking, a pair of hands grasped her waist and gently lifted her up.
Her whole body stiffened, and she slowly lowered her head to look at the hands on her waist.
The long, shiny and well-jointed hands pinched her waist. They were whiter than Wei Cheng's, and the knuckles were slightly pink. If it weren't for being too big, people would almost think they were women's hands.
A rush of blood rushed to her head, and she almost cursed.
How come he has the same virtue as Wei Cheng and doesn't say hello in advance when he does anything? What is their relationship? Is it also something he can hug whenever he wants?
But the next moment, she realized that he and Wei Cheng were not that similar.
"Why are you dazed? Look, are you wearing too many clothes? You don't look fat. Why are you so heavy? I can't hold you up anymore. Hurry up!" He groaned.
Wei Cheng always held her with ease, he could lift her up with one hand, and he could hold her for half an hour, and he never thought she was heavy.
The man's voice came from behind her, and his warm breath hit the back of her neck.
In an instant, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his neck, dampening the strands of hair beside his ears.
She came back to her senses and resisted the urge to slap him away. She dug her nails into the wall board and gritted her teeth to look into the hole.
The scene inside came into view.
The voice inside also came out.
The sound seemed different from the one she expected.
Every time she and Wei Cheng performed the rites of Zhou Gong together, they felt comfortable. Except for the first few moments, when they might feel a little uncomfortable, but later on, maybe because the two of them were getting along well, every time, it would make her feel like she was floating on the sky. In the clouds, the whole body stretched out to welcome everything from him.
The sounds they made were also moans of comfort.
But the voices in this room, the suppressed voices of women, were full of pain.
She was naked, tied up with a red rope like a crab, and hung under the beam, dangling, with green and red all over her body. Behind her, the clothed man with a big belly held a whip in his hand. He raised his hand and the whip was in his hand. Hit her round but scarred buttocks.
The sound is crisp and clear.
"Well--"
The woman gritted her teeth and screamed in pain, her lips turned pale.
The hanging body was rocked back and forth. After hearing the moan, the man took a breath of enjoyment, lifted up his robe, and covered it without hesitation.
The woman's eyes widened instantly, she was dripping with cold sweat, and she screamed.
There was blood dripping down, and the dazzling red color came into view.
The pain of tearing was heartbreaking, and the woman in the room was covered in cold sweat. Shen Yinxiao trembled all over, covered her mouth, and backed away suddenly.
The back of his head hit Wei Zheng behind him on the forehead.
He was caught off guard and staggered back a few steps, and they both hit the wall with a muffled sound.
She fell into his arms and quickly stood up holding the wall.
The turtle slave who was waiting at the corner of the stairs heard the sound and looked over. Wei Zheng pulled her over and raised his sleeves to block her face.
He was wearing a moon-white Sichuan long-sleeved gown today, which just happened to hold her whole body in his arms.
The man glanced coldly. When the turtle slave saw that it was him, his expression changed and he quickly bowed his head respectfully and retreated.
The moon-white Shu brocade brushed the tip of her nose, and the smooth and soft fabric was slightly cold outside. The Canaan incense on the clothes seemed to soothe the mind, and it was also like a tribute in front of the Buddha. The sandalwood contained a hint of sweetness.
Such a real villain who is not stingy, but he has such a beautiful and beautiful fake skin.
"Okay, why did you hit me on the head all of a sudden?" He took a half step back as if nothing had happened, closed the small hole, turned around, put his sleeves on his sleeves, and looked at her: "How do you feel?"
She was still frightened by the tragic situation of the woman, and her heart beat like a drum. It wasn't until after a while that she calmed down a little, and whispered in a trembling voice: "Someone will die."
"Maybe." He nodded, noncommittal.
He turned around and walked slowly on the corridor. She followed him and saw that he looked like he was used to seeing her. He showed no sympathy for those women at all and remained silent.
