Nightshade International Hotel.

Xiaoli Luo, with her backpack carried on her back, briskly stepped into the lobby. She was still in her school uniform—a white top, a blue skirt, a pair of over-knee socks, and she tied up her black, long hair in a high ponytail. She was tall and pure.

"Why are you here so late? How many times have you been late this week?" The manager came over, his face filled with disdain.

"Manager, I'm sorry, something came up at home. I promise it won't happen again." Her tender small face was full of apology and her pitch-black, bright eyes were like clear mountain springs, shimmering with a plea.

Even though she's just a girl of eighteen or nineteen, her brows always carried a tinge of sorrow.

The manager glared at her: "If this happens again, you're fired!"

Xiaoli Luo repeatedly agreed. Then, she heard the manager say, "Clean the Presidential Suite on the top floor. The guests will arrive soon."

"I'll get on it right away."

Watching her rush off, the manager shook his head. She had only been working here for over a month, and aside from being late this week, she worked efficiently, she was thorough, and she was indeed a good employee.

Xiaoli Luo hurried to the staff changing room to change her clothes and took her tools. She knew she had angered the manager, so she had to work hard to prevent him from firing her.

Physically, she was from a well-off family. However, ever since her mother died and her father remarried, her life had been less than comfortable. For the sake of her father's happiness, she tolerated it all, including her stepmother withholding her tuition and living expenses, so she had to work to earn money.

Entering the Presidential Suite, she was alone. She finally relaxed a bit and allowed herself to be just a bit more like herself.

As she took out a rag from her toolkit, the door suddenly closed behind her, and then someone grabbed her tightly from behind.

Xiaoli Luo was frightened and struggled desperately, but the man's strength was too great, and her efforts to break free were futile.

"Little beauty, don't waste your energy. Big brother misses you." The man pushed her onto the bed, and began to tear at her clothes.

"Who are you? Let me go!"

"Beautiful lady, don't be frightened. Big brother here is going to take good care of you, guaranteeing to make you feel like heaven, obediently," the man smirked lewdly. His chubby, big-eared face leaned in to kiss her delicate features.

Xiao Liruo screamed, fighting back with fists and kicks. But the man was too fat and heavy, his mouth persistently inching closer made her feel sick to the bone.

Suddenly, the curtain stirred. A pair of dark eyes stared intently at the bed, flickering like a hawk's, emanating a horrifying murderous intent. His injured arm was bleeding continuously, the blood dripping onto the ground from his clenched fist.

The lewd man laughed even more boisterously. He had already ripped off Xiao Liruo's clothes, his muscular legs trapping her legs in between and rubbing ceaselessly.

Xiao Liruo cried out in despair, begging for someone to save her. She considered biting her tongue to end her life; if she were to be violated by such a man, she'd rather die.

Suddenly, the weight of the man on the bed became heavier, then he stopped moving. She didn’t know what had happened, so she tried pushing him, yet there was no response.

Realization hit her and she summoned all her strength to push the man off. Jumping off the bed in horror, she bumped straight into a hard wall of flesh.

"Ouch!" she cried, clutching her head, perplexed when did a wall appear there. As she looked up, she caught sight of a thin man standing in front of her. "You...you…” her eyes widened in disbelief as she kept backing away, "you are... with him. Don't hurt me, I don't have any money..." she turned to run.

The man sensed her intent and, despite the pain in his arm, swiftly covered her mouth. "Don't shout, I'm not a bad guy!"

Xiao Liruo looked at the man in front of her, terrified, desperately trying to calm herself down. The room wasn't this dark before, she didn't know when the curtains were pulled shut. The thick fabric blocked sunlight making it significantly dimmer.

She couldn't make out the man's features clearly, but on recalling that he had rescued her, she concluded he was probably not a bad person. She nodded vigorously, signaling the man to let go.

The man scrutinized her just when they heard hurried footsteps from outside the door and an unusual sound of it opening.

It's them!