He's been kidnapped again?
It was very quiet in the spacious room. The bright lights made her feel a little dizzy. Her almond-shaped eyes sized up the place and discovered that there was no one else but herself.
With a cold expression, a bad premonition surfaced in his mind.
Had she been kidnapped again?
Looking at the spacious and bright luxurious space, Xia Xiaoxiang realized that it was a fully automated private jet.
The design of the inner chamber was no different from that of the presidential suite.
Her pink lips curled up and her phoenix eyes drooped slightly. Her small, ivory white hand took the hair dryer from the dressing table, wanting to dry her wet hair, but she felt a warm feeling from the back of her hand. Like a feather lightly fluttering, the hair dryer fell into a big palm.
Above his head, there was a pleasant voice like a cello. "I'll do it." The low, sexy voice was like a spell, imprisoning her soul.