"So beautiful, so lovely."
"Her skin is so fair."
"Her skin is so good."
The woman's exaggerated praises drifted into Du Ruoxin's senses.
Not a man?
Even if it wasn't a man undressing her, it was still terrifying, because she... was bathing her.
Damn it!!!
[Don't touch me!]
However, her shouts were useless. Du Ruoxin could only curse Rong Jingyang repeatedly in her heart, that heartless man who didn't care about her.
[Xin'er, don't be afraid, I'm here.]
Cristino's voice came through her mind.
Du Ruoxin paused, [Brother?]
Cristino said urgently, [Who is he?]
Which bastard dared to touch his Xin'er, he would shatter him!
Du Ruoxin: [Lin Hai.]
Cristino immediately called for people to contact the cruise ship and find Lin Hai.
Du Ruoxin felt herself being picked up again, wrapped in a bath towel, and thrown onto the bed. She was instantly shocked, [Brother, how much longer until you get here?]
Cristino: [Two hours... One hour!]
He rushed into the cockpit and ordered the pilot, "Get out of the way, I'll fly."
He had to get to the cruise ship as quickly as possible!
He would never allow Xin'er to suffer any harm!
Cristino sat in the pilot's seat, increasing the engine speed, and "whoosh" disappeared into the night sky.
One hour?
It was too late. By the time her brother arrived, she would already be a withered flower.
Du Ruoxin collapsed onto the bed in despair.
At this moment, although her mind was abnormally active, and she maintained a sliver of clarity under the stimulation of the electric current, her body had fallen into a state of paralysis, like a living dead person, due to the effects of the drug.
Even if someone pricked her with a needle now, she wouldn't react at all.
The woman dried Du Ruoxin's body, then removed the bath towel and covered her delicate body with a thin layer of red silk.
In the dim candlelight indoors, her faintly visible exquisite figure exuded a fatal attraction.
"Bang—"
Du Ruoxin heard the sound of the door closing.
The woman left?
Was Lin Hai, that disgusting fat man, about to come in?
No!
She had to find a way to save herself!
She couldn't be defiled by a disgusting man!
However, the electric current in her mind was getting weaker and weaker, and her consciousness was becoming more and more blurred. What should she do? She could only stay conscious for a few more minutes at most.
Du Ruoxin wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as if they were sewn shut.
Ah—
No, she couldn't open them.
Du Ruoxin was frustrated. Just as she was considering how to save herself, her body became hotter and more restless, and her mind became so scattered that she couldn't concentrate.
What was happening?
She sniffed. A rose fragrance filled the air, mixed with a few wisps of lust that drifted into her senses.
Oh no, it was an aphrodisiac incense.
No wonder she was becoming more and more impulsive and wanting to...
Du Ruoxin bit her lower lip fiercely. The biting drew blood, and the piercing pain prevented her reason from collapsing.
She had to save herself, she couldn't just wait to die.
Du Ruoxin mustered all her strength and moved little by little, rolling off the bed.
After rolling several times, she bumped into the leg of the table.
The sound of bottles shaking, "ding ding dang dang," came from above her head.
Bottles?
She had an idea!
Du Ruoxin used her head to ram the table leg. Once, twice, three times... She didn't know how many times she hit it, but the bottles still didn't fall.
She was breaking down.
Her consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred. Du Ruoxin knew that she was about to "fall asleep" again.
In a moment of desperation, she rolled over.
The table, along with the bottles, crashed onto her.
"Ah!"
Du Ruoxin cried out in pain, but at the same time, the intense pain made her a little clearer.
Crack—
The red wine bottle fell from a height and shattered instantly.
Smelling the strong scent of wine in the air, Du Ruoxin fumbled around her.
She quickly grasped a sharp piece of glass in her palm.
Even though the shard cut her palm, making her entire hand bloody, Du Ruoxin didn't let go.
The pain, a bone-piercing pain, transmitted through the surrounding nerves to her brain, allowing her to maintain a little reason.
But this was far from enough.
Du Ruoxin held the shard and slashed it against her thigh again and again. Her originally delicate and fair skin was already covered in blood.
Only by doing this could she stay conscious.
"Screech—"
The door opened, and Lin Hai, reeking of alcohol, walked in.