Cen Xi was very beautiful.
She was as exquisite as a porcelain doll. Pure and charming, many people would be attracted by her appearance when they first saw her.
Although she had many pursuers, she had known self-defense since she was a child. It was not like she had not met someone who wanted to destroy her in order to get her.
Da Long from the desert was one of them.
But at that time, her hands were still able to move.
After she came out of Young Master Qiao's room tonight, she was too flustered and nervous. She did not pay attention to her surroundings, so Shen Hao took the opportunity to capture her.
She could not break free from the rope tied to her hands, and did not have the time to feel the burning pain on her face. Icy cold water kept flowing into her lips and nose. She wanted to float up, but Shen Hao was pressing her hard…
Ugh! She felt that her lungs were lacking oxygen and she felt more and more uncomfortable.
