"Clatter! Clatter!"

　　The sound of the belt being tightly fastened came to her ears. Yin Wanzhu, who was lying on the bed, frowned. She turned over. The tearing pain on her body made her little face scrunch up.

　　"Zheng-ge." She subconsciously called out the name of her newlywed husband.

　　There was no response.

　　The rate of information hit the top layer of her brain.

　　Yin Wanzhu opened her heavy eyelids and entered the direction of the dim light in the sky. There was no light in the big hotel suite. The light was dim. A tall man was standing on the sofa two meters away from the big bed, wearing clothes with his back to Yin Wanzhu.

　　Judging from his movements, he should be buttoning up his white shirt.

　　The man was tall. Just from his back, there was a sense of pressure as heavy as a mountain on her face.

　　Yin Wanzhu's brain suddenly buzzed. She suddenly sat up from the bed. Her movements were too big, and the wound was pulled somewhere. She was so painful that her face turned pale.

　　But right now, she didn't have time to care about whether it hurt or not.

　　"Who are you?" Her voice was shaking.

　　When she woke up, her husband was not in the room, but this strange man was in her room dressing.

　　Yin Wanzhu felt that she was about to suffocate.

　　The reason why it was definitely not her husband who was in a formal position was that her husband was disabled and could only walk in a wheelchair, but the man was standing straight.

　　What's more, the length of those long legs was amazing.

　　The man's hand, which was buttoning up, stopped. He didn't look back.

　　After a few seconds of silence, he quickly walked to the door, took the mask out of the cloakroom and put it on his face. When his hand just held the door handle, his waist suddenly tightened.

　　Yin Wanzhu had run out of bed and pulled his shirt tightly. "Who are you? Why are you in my room? Where is he? Where is he?"

　　The man's gaze was deep as he turned around. He grabbed her slender wrist and raised his chin in an unruly manner. "You don't even know where your husband is? How would I know?"

　　He said in the tone of the M Country's voice. Although the words were well-organized, it could be inferred that he was not a native of Z Country.

　　"Let go!" The man's palm was burning hot. As soon as the palm touched her skin, she couldn't help but shudder and struggle hard.

　　Peng!

　　The man reached out and pushed her in front of the mirror aggressively. His knees pressed against her legs and his hands clutched her wrist. She couldn't move at all.

　　"What are you doing? Bastard! Go away!"

　　The man suddenly approached her, and the strong masculine smell covered the sky and the earth. Yin Wanzhu's heart unconsciously sped up. She immediately struggled reflexively, but was suppressed by him.

　　She was a married woman, and a sense of shame washed over her. She struggled even harder.

　　But she was easily constrained by the man.

　　"Woman, you were very meek last night." At this moment, she was like a wild cat with its claws stretched out.

　　Upon hearing this, Yin Wanzhu's mind was buzzing. She had a few seconds of ups and downs, and even forgot to struggle.

　　She raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. He was very tall, and she had only reached his Adam's apple with bare feet. Under his short maroon-colored hair, the black mask covered two-thirds of his face, revealing his sexy and thin lips and his resolute chin.

　　This face was like a huge black hole, which made people couldn't help but feel cold.

　　Yin Wanzhu took a deep breath and smelled the faint mint fragrance on his body.

　　It had the same fragrance as the one on the main body of the mat.

　　She suddenly came to her senses. "What did you mean just now? Why are you in my room?"

　　"Oh..." The man sneered. "Woman, what I mean is—I was the one on your bed last night."