The only thing that responded to him was Lin Qinxue's blood-red eyes filled with fear.

at this time.

In the villa.

Xiaohui finally dragged Song Qingyu back to the bed.

And tied her up.

"That's right," Xiaohui admired the immobile Song Qingyu with satisfaction. Her fair fingers wandered over her thighs, and she spoke with regret, "You are quite pretty, but you are not well behaved. If you were well behaved, Mr. Lu wouldn't have asked me to inject you with drugs."

Song Qingyu struggled desperately, but the more she struggled, the tighter the restraints became: "Let me go! Let me go!"

But no matter how desperately she screamed, Xiaohui remained indifferent.

"You can scream even if your throat hurts, but no one will come to save you."

Song Qingyu bit her lips in humiliation.

His eyes were fixed on the syringe in Xiaohui's hand.

Xiaohui curled her lips, took the syringe, aimed it at the blood vessel in Song Qingyu's thigh, and stabbed it in.

The sharp pain pierced into her flesh, making Song Qingyu extremely desperate. She struggled even harder, but it was so ridiculous and powerless.

The cold liquid flowed into her body through her blood vessels, and she seemed to feel the strength in her legs gradually draining away.

She will be trapped in this villa for the rest of her life.

When she thought of this, Song Qingyu wished she could bite her tongue and commit suicide.

However, at this moment, a clear loud bang was heard in the room.

There was a sound like something heavy falling to the ground.

Song Qingyu opened her eyes wide.

Looking at the scene in front of her, she was stunned.