Rose Hotel, top-floor super suite, Blue Ocean.
This was a room shrouded in a blue glow.
The deep blue hues seemed like spirits of the night dancing freely across the walls and floor. Blue gauze curtains draped down from the ceiling, light as a dream, while an air of intimacy quietly grew.
Blue lights in the corners cast a gentle glow. The sofa was a profound blue, and several abstract paintings hung on the walls, where blue and white intertwined.
A faint fragrance lingered in the air, mingling with the tranquility and mystery brought by the color blue.
Zhu Zhuyun stood in the corner of the room, holding the unconscious Zhu Zhuqing, not daring to move carelessly.
Seeing how obedient she looked now, Luo Zixi directly placed two layers of Slave Marks on her.
"Gasp—"
The piercing pain made Zhu Zhuyun suck in cold breaths, but it lasted only an instant. Zhu Zhuqing, unconscious in Zhu Zhuyun's arms, also trembled slightly.
"You'll sleep on the floor tonight. As slaves, you should have the awareness of slaves."
Upon hearing the young man before her, Zhu Zhuyun did not dare refute him and hurriedly nodded to show that she understood.
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing, who was still unconscious, Luo Zixi did not simply leave her to die.
As a stream of emerald-green energy slowly seeped into Zhu Zhuqing's body, the wounds torn open by sharp blades continuously healed and reformed.
Zhu Zhuyun froze upon seeing this.
In less than ten seconds, Zhu Zhuqing's body had almost completely recovered.
"Mm, where am I?"
Having just regained consciousness, Zhu Zhuqing was still somewhat dazed when she saw Zhu Zhuyun's face so close to hers.
Only after Zhu Zhuyun put her down did she suddenly remember that she had been chased here by the other