Behind the screen, the noise ceased, and Su Miaoyan stood there, enduring in the luxurious yet empty room.
She saw a tall figure move; Xiao Yu walked out from behind the screen, his upper body bare, revealing several scratch marks and some purple-red traces on his chest.
Su Miaoyan felt awkward, lowering her eyes as if wounded by these marks.
But soon she recovered and lifted her head immediately, "Brother Yu, are your legs healed?"
Her eyes brightened as the man, graceful as a bamboo, approached her; his hair slightly disheveled, facial features sharp, and deep-set eyes. No matter how one looked at him, he was an unrivaled handsome man, and the lingering desire on his body made him even more captivating.
Xiao Yu stood in front of her, from a commanding height, his gaze cold as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed her against his chest, "Why do you assist me like her? Like this?"
After saying that, he made a move on Su Miaoyan.
