She and Han Yurou have completely different personalities, and she doesn't even understand what Han Yurou is doing.

"But Mr. Pan told me that no matter who wins or loses, we will all get a sum of money, ranging from fifty to sixty thousand to more than a hundred thousand." Qingqing was particularly happy, "Why do you look unhappy? Why?

, you don’t like money? There aren’t many people who come to play this kind of game who don’t like money, right?”

"Can you go out?" Han Yurou ordered her to be kicked out, her voice still trembling a little.

The heating in the suite was clearly sufficient, but she felt like she was in the cold wind.

Very cold.

Cold to the core.

"I really don't know why you are pretending to be reserved. Let me tell you, Mr. Pan doesn't like women who pretend to be reserved in bed. If you don't serve him well, he will attack the woman." Qingqing snorted contemptuously.

"I don't want to see you again."

"If you don't want to see me, then I don't want to see you. Do you think you are superior to me? I admit that I am selling for money, and you are the same. This is the first time I have seen such a place pretending to be aloof.

"

Han Yurou's nerves were breaking down and collapsing little by little.

Which string in my mind was broken with a "bang" sound.

There was ringing in both ears, and there was a dull pain in my head.

There was a hand clenching around her heart, making her unable to breathe.

She admitted that Qingqing was right, but she couldn't believe that she had really become a man's plaything.

His face became paler and paler, without any color at all.

"Originally I came here to share my thoughts and experiences with you, but I didn't expect you to be so boring. Looking at it this way, I hope Master Pan wins. I'll see you sleeping in Master Pan's bed and you're still so serious." Qing Qing

He said "cut" and turned around to leave.

The sound of her high heels quickly disappeared in the corridor, along with the smell of her perfume.

However, her words still hit Han Yurou's ears word by word.

Every word is like a knife.

As soon as Qingqing left, Han Yurou's whole body collapsed, and indescribable feelings spread throughout her body.

I thought Rong Jincheng brought her here just to play, but I didn't expect... to play such a perverted game.

She was not an open-minded person, and she felt ashamed even being with Rong Jincheng, let alone being shared with other men by him.

What did he think of her?

Can everyone do their best?

Han Yurou's body became very cold. She hugged her arms and squatted down.

The wall was also cold, and Han Yurou leaned against the wall, motionless.

Her black hair was spread over her shoulders, making her face even more pale.

She was already slender, but now she looked like an abandoned rag doll, dilapidated and dilapidated.

If Rong Jincheng wins, that Qingqing will be his.

If Rong Jincheng loses, she will belong to Pan Wenguang.

Haha... Han Yurou laughed out loud.

Regardless of winning or losing, men are winners, while women are just playthings that change hands.

The light shone directly down, and Han Yurou's smile was very miserable.

The pain in my heart was excruciating, as if a knife was gouging it out, and blood was dripping from it.

All around, it was quiet.

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Han Yurou's mind: escape.

As long as she escapes from this hotel and hides away for one night, she will have more time.

She doesn't want to be played by men.
Chapter completed!