As he spoke, he moved closer and closer to Hua Rong.
"Didn't you say I'm good to you, little brother? In that case, why don't you and I make love? Maybe you'll like my body even more!"
A muffled thud echoed in the small, empty living room.
Hua Rong threw away the ashtray in his hand, pushed Deng Fei aside, and stood up.
Her eyes were now glazed over, showing no trace of the weakness she had shown moments before.
Knowing there was something wrong with the tea, and she's not stupid, why would she drink it?
Moreover, her current body is that of a true mortal.
"you--"
Deng Fei stared wide-eyed at Hua Rong in disbelief.
He touched his head, looked at his hand in front of his eyes, and then fainted.
He's bleeding!
"Still afraid of blood?" Hua Rong raised an eyebrow.
She kicked Deng Fei a few times.
There was no movement.
However, just in case, she tore the sheets into strips.
They tied Deng Fei up tightly and threw him into the toilet.
Only after locking the door from the inside did she begin to verify the original owner's identity.
The bag contained an ID card—Deng Huarong, 25 years old.
Hua Rong was very satisfied with her beautiful appearance, just as always.
He took out his phone again.
No password.
This shows that the original owner was really naive!
I found the original owner's chat history with Deng Fei on WeChat.
To avoid being exposed, Hua Rong thoroughly searched the original owner's phone again.
They even used Deng Fei's computer to find many traces of the original owner.
An hour later, she finally sorted things out.
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