Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Wei Zhe'an let go of the door handle and quickly dodged to the side.

The man did not seem impatient. He laughed sarcastically and said, "Now that you are here, don't pretend to be a chaste heroine. What, do you think the reward I give you is not generous enough?"

Wei Zhe'an knew nothing about the deal between the man and Qiu Weibing. At this moment, he was terrified and angry: "Let me out! My friend is coming up soon!"

The man stopped and fiddled with the syringe in his hand with a contemptuous smile on his face: "A night of love is worth a thousand gold. I don't have time to play this cat and mouse game with you. Lie down obediently. After this injection, you will feel like you are in heaven tonight and you will love this feeling from now on."

Wei Zhe'an felt sick. He was forced to the corner of the entrance, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He called out to Seventeen anxiously in his heart: "What should I do, Seventeen!"

Seventeen was extremely anxious outside the door. He stood up and scratched the door, trying to press down the door handle with his front paws, but to no avail. He could only comfort Wei Zhe'an verbally: "Don't panic, I'm trying to find a way." However, he was helpless at this moment. He ran to the elevator and found that the number stopped at the first floor and did not move - Xu Wenbin and his friends had not arrived yet.

Inside the room, the man tried to grab Wei Zhe'an's hand again. Wei Zhe'an had nowhere to hide, so he used his plastered foot to kick the man hard, trying to force him back. Unexpectedly, seeing the heavy man sitting on the ground, Wei Zhe'an even felt the ground shaking.

The man stood up angrily and rushed towards Wei Zhe'an again: "He's just an actor, don't be so shameless!"

At this moment, Wei Zhe'an had already seen through the man's strengths and weaknesses. In a rage, he punched the greasy face without hesitation.

Seventeen anxiously shuttled back and forth between the elevator and the room door, his heart full of worry, constantly wondering why Xu Wenbin hadn't arrived yet, was the elevator so slow? ! He squatted at the door of the room, and although he was anxious, he didn't dare to disturb Wei Zhe'an, for fear of exacerbating his panic.

At the same time, it did not dare to return to its own space easily, fearing that it would not be able to get out once it entered. Although as a cyber cat, it seemed powerless in the outside world, it was still unwilling to give up any hope.

Just when Seventeen was at a loss, he seemed to hear the sound of the elevator running, which rekindled his hope. He quickly ran to the elevator and waited anxiously, expecting that it was Xu Wenbin who walked out of the elevator.

Seventeen anxiously watched the elevator number slowly rise, and finally stopped at the "14" floor. He nervously took two steps forward, and the elevator door slowly opened, and it was Li Jinhe who walked out.

Li Jinhe was extremely anxious at this moment. Without thinking too much, he asked Seventeen directly: "Where is Wei Zhe'an?"

Seventeen didn't ask why Li Jinhe could see it, and immediately led the way to the room where Wei Zhe'an was. Li Jinhe followed closely behind him and came to the door. He pressed the door handle several times but found no response, so he knocked on the door and shouted, "Open the door!"

In the room, Wei Zhe'an was wrestling with the man, or to be more precise, it was one-sided attack from Wei Zhe'an.

Although the man was physically strong, years of drinking and sex had already hollowed out his body. At this moment, he could only weakly resist Wei Zhe'an's attack.

The man had a ferocious expression on his face. He gasped and dodged Wei Zhe'an's fists in a panic, but he still did not forget to provoke him: "You little bastard, if you have the guts, beat me to death. When I get out, I will make you lose your reputation!"

Wei Zhe'an's eyes were red, his anger was burning, and every punch and kick was full of ferocity. He didn't have any fighting skills, but he relied on his explosive power, and every blow hit the man accurately, making a dull sound.

He roared, "Okay, I'm waiting! You want to touch me with your character? Are you worthy?"

The man held his head with both hands, howled loudly, and dodged Wei Zhe'an's attack. But Wei Zhe'an's attack became more and more fierce, as if he had lost his mind. If it weren't for the fact that his left foot was in a cast and he couldn't move easily, he would have wanted to ride on the man and beat him up.

Wei Zhe'an was ruthless in his attack. Within just a few minutes, the man's cheek was swollen with bruises and redness.

Wei Zhe'an's hands were also a little red and swollen, but the anger and adrenaline in his heart were surging together, so he didn't feel it at all.

There was madness in his eyes, as if he wanted to pour all his anger on this man.

When he was reluctantly pulled away, he still kicked the man twice in the lower body, cursing: "You still want me to be ruined? I will make you a virgin for the rest of your life!"

The man on the ground didn't care about his head. He covered his lower body with his hands and rolled over in pain. He kept cursing, but because of the pain, he kept gasping for breath, so his words were intermittent.

Wei Zhe'an mistakenly thought that the two thugs had caught him, and struggled and shouted, "Let me go!" He gasped and prepared for the next fight. Whether it was one or two, he was determined not to let them get the upper hand.

However, at this critical moment, Li Jinhe's voice sounded behind him: "It's me, it's me, don't be afraid..." Li Jinhe quickly stepped forward, hugged Wei Zhe'an, and distanced him from the man.

He gently comforted Wei Zhe'an: "Don't be afraid... It's safe now, don't be afraid..."

Wei Zhe'an took a while to confirm that it was Li Jinhe's voice, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He was shaking all over, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. Li Jinhe quickly supported him, hugged him tightly in his arms, and asked with a frown: "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Wei Zhe'an shook his head tremblingly, as if all his strength had been drained away. He leaned in Li Jinhe's arms, feeling the long-lost warmth and sense of security.

The room manager stood outside the door awkwardly and asked cautiously, "Sir, do you need me to call the police?"

Li Jinhe suppressed his anger and pressed Wei Zhe'an's face in his arms to prevent the manager from seeing it.

He replied calmly: "Call the police. Don't touch anything here. Open us an empty room. We need to clean up." He glared at the man who was groaning and rolling on the ground, and hugged Wei Zhe'an tightly.

"Brother... there are two more people, they seem to be thugs..." Wei Zhe'an said softly in Li Jinhe's arms. He knew what Li Jinhe meant, so he didn't look up.

"Well, don't worry, none of them can escape." Li Jinhe gently touched his hair and felt that Wei Zhe'an was still trembling.

"There is a syringe on the ground. I don't know what's inside. Please be careful, police comrades..." Wei Zhe'an reminded weakly.

Li Jinhe's heart tightened and he asked anxiously, "Did it prick you?" He nervously checked Wei Zhe'an's body, fearing that he might be hurt.