In the room, Lin Qingya collapsed limply on the large bed, her head spinning, consciousness hazy, and her whole body weak.
Qiao Wenbin did not rush over immediately. Instead, he carefully adjusted the tripod and DSLR camera in the room to cover the entire large bed as much as possible, so that he could capture all the details, which he could relish when bored in the future.
"Where... where am I?"
Lin Qingya was coming to, blurry-eyed and fuzzy-headed. When she opened her eyes, she saw a crystal light above her head, twinkling with silver light.
"Qingya, you're awake?"
When Qiao Wenbin saw Lin Qingya waking up, he let out a sly chuckle, walked over, and gently stroked her dark silky hair. While he sized up her body, he said, "Qingya, you really are beautiful and sexy."
"To tell the truth, I've been with hundreds of women, and none of them are like you, Qingya."
