Chapter 9

A year later, I was seeing Shen Jing again.

I was definitely going to kill him.

The room was crowded, with people sitting or standing in groups of twos and threes.

A corpse with its head blown open lay on the floor. Blood had stained the carpet so badly that its original color was completely unrecognizable.

Someone whistled at me. “Yo, the new cleaning lady has a nice body. Why not work as a hostess? We pay really well here.”

A lackey smirked. “She’s deaf and mute, she can’t be a hostess.

“Besides, she’s a bit too skinny.”

But the man actually put his hands on me, giving me a tug. Unable to keep my balance, I fell into his arms.

I had painted my face so sallow, and he still found me attractive?

Just as I was about to struggle, someone walked out of the inner room.

His voice was low and growling, like a wolf’s:

“Play with women all you want, but not in my fucking room.”